My friend Amy, teasing my clit with her nose and looking up at me with mischievous eyes, her tongue poised at the entrance to my pussy. Shit! No! I ca...’t imagine Amy! How will I look her in the eye, again? My fingertip continues circling, slowly. Around and around my sensitive clit, my body shuddering in response. I moan again and give up trying to form any images and simply submit to the sensation, letting it overwhelm me. I press my left index finger into me, but only so that my pussy. She then gave me the biggest bear hug I had ever received. Upon jumping into my lap to give me a hug two things happened. First, the shirt rode up a big exposing her tiny little blue panties. Second, her groin landed right against mine, leaving only two thing pieces of fabric between us. The hug was a long one and I quickly became excited. She must have noticed because she rocked her hips a few times before breaking the embrace and announcing she was going to take a shower. I could not. She was careful not to let her teeth scrape underneath his prick and just to really inspire him she flicked the end of her tongue back and forth over the tip of his cock, as if she was a snake feeling out its prey.He wrapped his hands around the back of her hair driving her in deeper; taking her balls deep, as his cock pulsated stretching out every inch inside her mouth. She grabbed his meat and pulled back from his hard on, a trail of spit hanging from the corner of her mouth as she looked up. It was the name of my local town that caught me. I lived in a not too large town and to hear it mentioned on the national news was a surprise to me. Apparently there had been a serious fire at the one big hotel in town during the night. It was a sodding great big Victorian structure, far bigger than the town warranted nowadays, but as our town was at one time at the junction between two of the different railway company's areas, apparently folks used to stop overnight quite often back in the old.