I replaced my finger at the warm wet crotch, poking it , loving the softness of her vulva. In a flash, her panties were bunched round her thighs, and ...er bush,with the vagina concealed within, was exposed. I probed deeper, ignoring her pleas and occassional push, till I found her wet hole, parting the outer lips as I soaked in the wetness. She was sobbing quietly now,but I knew she would become aroused again if I started fucking her. Yet the position was too dificult, and we were too close to. So, I had stopped to worry about her anymore. Hope, she is doing fine with her husband now.Now, let’s get to what I wanted to share.Since I had developed this phobia toward commitments, I found it very hard to find a girl. The girls who would like to have one night stands were out of my leagues. The girls I could seduce were the ones who wanted a long-term relationship.Now, I wanted to get rid of both. The only way could be prostitutes or call girls. But I could not bring them to my home. I. By the each woman fully understood the other, a full hour had passed in which they had been neither eating nor walking. The humor they found in the situation was perhaps more out of a sense that even the simplest ideas had at first seemed impossible to express - even with Anna's keen grasp of the language - than it was out of anything truly amusing. Still, it was the first real experience they had shared, and that made it seem special."No, silly. Break-fast can wait until lunch." The idea of. Still though the ever growing pounding in my ass electrifying my nervoussystem with sexual joy kept cranking up the tension. As I tried tofocus on eating Mistress' pussy my mind would find psychologicalpleasure in that to match the physical pleasure I couldn't fight and myentire body would respond to the synchronization. If I tried to focuson not feeling the mental satisfaction of getting Mistress off then mypussy eating suffered and she would slide back from the ever approachingorgasm number.