I don’t even dress for the occasion anymore. I wear jumpers, jeans and boots; a far cry from my previous life. A life that made me boring.Not anymor....Not since he spoke to me.I remember the day vividly. I had just entered a cosy pub; outside was the bitterly cold London fog that caught your breath. The snow was falling and the warmth of the pub was welcoming because for some strange reason I had chosen to wear a long skirt and boots to go out and get some much-needed vegetables. I headed for my. I used to insert my tongue inside her vagina and take out as much honey asPossible. She used to say that a spoonful of honey will give so much pleasure which a good fuck cannot give. I had a full bottle of honey in my room in the shelf. Remya liked honey to be spread on her boobs and nipples and licked and sucked softly.The problem was that she will go on pouring more and more honey and it will become a never ending process. After the introduction of honey into our sex, she was not demanding. As if guided her other hand mauled her breast savagely sending hot arrows of pleasure to her spasming slit. He had left her in body but not in mind. Leon twisted and turned on his bed as he was tortured by thoughts of passionate lovemaking. His massive hardness yearned to plunge into her silky depths. His mind tormented him with the image of her moaning under him, as he slowly circled her nipple with his finger drawing out her passion. He would trail his hand over her silky skin, slip it into. As I lay there moaning and rubbing my hard nipples, trying to hold back my orgasm and wanting this moment to last forever. I heard the door open and suddenly my other neighbor Steve walked in. I didn't know what to do, I just knew I didn't want to stop. I closed my eyes and started rubbing my clitoris with my hand as Bert fucked my hole with his tongue. He gently sucked and licked every part of my wet pussy. I suddenly felt someone next to my head and opened my eyes to see Steve rubbing his.