Anne’s eyes closed as she let out a moan of delight. She stood up and I pulled the drawstring on her pants and let them fall to the floor. Her trim ...aist and round hips were maddening. I forgot that her husband was in the room. I pulled down the skimpy thong and admired her shaved pubic mound. I lowered my head so as to lick her pussy lips and to let my tongue play with her bulbous clit. More moans. Her juices were running down her thighs. I smelled her sex and lapped at her juices. Anne bent. I didn't want to pressure herthough.I felt very comfortable being around women and domesticity, and feltquite the opposite being around almost all boy's of my age. I onlyreally had one good friend at school, called Michael who was quite'macho' but for some reason we still got on, I wasn't sure why he likedme but I was glad he did. He was doing his work experience at a Garageworking on cars. It was only Michael really who stopped me from beingcompletely excluded and bullied by the main group of. "I stopped swatting her butt and she just lay there on my lap, not moving but breathing hard and she certainly wasn't making any move to lower her skirt. I could hear her labored breathing and see Goosebumps on her legs and I thought I spotted a small wet spot near the front of her panties. I let my hand rest on her butt, then started rubbing her ass gently. She didn't say anything nor did she try and get up. My fingers traveled down her butt towards her pussy and still she didn't move. I was. It must have been his smile and his gentle nature that had me so at ease. He wasn't a sleeze like some men, and although, he did have a one track mind, he was a complete gentleman about it. We had to lean in to hear each other over the off key karoke. He kept telling me how good I smelled. That's when he asked if he could kiss me. Lordy, did that man take my breath away! His kisses were deep, passionate,wet and full of swirling tongue! He left me breathless and wanton, like a teenage girl with.