I use my head and neck muscles to give the slightest movement, without moving my tongue directly. It transmits the gentlest, teasiest, slightest pulse...of movement precisely on her pleasure spot, not enough to really send her soaring, but it builds anticipation, draws her attention to what’s coming, clears her mind of anything but sheer sensation, and it’s not quite enough. My hands remain still. There’s a frozen moment. Sometimes I even urge her to stop moving, and gently hush for just a bit.. He pulled his mouth away from my breasts and kissed me roughly; I could taste the sweat from my breasts on his tongue. Richard's fingers probed deeper up underneath my skirt, tugging at my garters teasingly, pulling my garter belt down so that my french-cut panties adjusted themselves against my ass and my dripping cunt. I felt him getting closer to my pussy; I wanted him to finger me. I was aching to get felt-up again; I had loved it in the restaurant and I wasn't about to hesitate now. I. As for us.... well, that is a bit harder to say. First of all, let me say that I do love you and I want to remain married to you but, well, there's no other way to say it other than, I just don't feel the excitement that I used to anymore. It's not that I want another woman or anything like that. I just don't get turned on much anymore. I don't think that it's all that weird, I mean blokes talk about it all the time that they just aren't into it the way they once were. Maybe it's just that I'm. When my tongue touched her clitoral hood, she moaned, "Oh my god!! Joe NEVER goes down on me, this is amazing!" I wasted no time, I began to lick her pussy lips and her clit and soon my tongue had worked up inside her, I started to nibble on her clit as I put a finger inside her, eliciting another moan from Linda. I was working my finger in and out, then worked a second, then third finger inside her tight pussy as I was sucking her clit. She was breathing hard and her thighs were now resting on.