.."This utterance did nothing to quell his fear."Hop up on the table here, and stick out your tongue."Although baffled by this request, he complied."G...od," she said, examining his tongue carefully. "Leslie, do you haveany sores in your mouth? Chancres, boils, cold sores?"He shook his head."Alright then, good. Stick out your tongue again..." He did so.She gripped the tip with a rubber gloved hand that tasted faintly ofantiseptic."Now, please don't move, and don't pull your tongue back, alright?. "You can keep your clothes off. I don't mind at all." She said."You know, to be fair, you should have only one item of clothing on." I said sheepishly.As we stood there face to face, Ala smiled shyly, looked me in the eye and seemed unsure for a moment. Then without a word, she slowly pulled down one side of her shorts, then the other, before sliding her shorts down her smooth and slim legs. My eyes roamed from her ankle to her thighs, drinking in her white legs. The shape of her pussy lips. "This old fag has been thinking of nothing BUT you! How's that?" That's nice!" I replied, and I was feeling all the more excited as he openly came on to me without any hesitation!"And," Marvin added, still smirking, "I'd bet that you've got a lovely cock...with a NICE and BIG load of cum just looking to find an appreciative old fag like me to take it from you. Am I right in assuming that?" How did you guess?" I replied, half jokingly."I could just...TELL! I read it in your body language I. Lasla squealed in the background. I loved her moans, a delightful symphony that accompanied my fun.I unveiled the wife's pussy. A thick, black bush hid her treats. But I spotted some of her folds through it. She shuddered, stepping out of the pants, her thighs flexing. She parted them, her large breast jiggling. She sat down on the nightstand, staring down at me with a feverish light.I buried my face between her thighs. Her bush slid over my cheeks and nose. I groaned as I breathed in her.