”Jas sips her drink through a straw, her deep ruby lipstick has attached itself to said straw, she has a really sexy wide mouth, one I often imagine...sinking my dick into. “So you into fetish stuff Pete, whips and stuff, domination ?”I let her know I’m not, just love a lady in boots. It all stems back to my first ever fuck with an older woman, she wore boots whilst we had sex, The memory has never left me.“Do you wear boots, Jas ? I bet you’d look great.”Jas shakes her head, “Nah, my husband is. I didn’t know what to do so I pushed my tongue out the side of my mouth into her leg.“No...inside me... put it inside me.”I mumbled through a mouthful of hairy pussy, trying to say ‘how’.“Stick it in my cunt,” Ma cried, bucking it against my face.I pushed my tongue out straight and hard, making it into a stiff little mini-cock.“Ohhhhhhh, yeah,” Ma cried, shoving her mound on my little make-believe cock. “God, ohhh yessss, like that,” she mewled, fucking my face.I hung on, using my hands to. Nash had been a sniper in the war, no one knew what war or where, but he was reputed to have turned fifty over winter. Nobody particularly liked Nash McLeod but he was polite so everyone had no reason to actually dislike the grumpy sod, unless they had a dog missing. Rumor was Nash had fathered two of the seven children in the Mayor’s brood and that perhaps explained why Nash was positively polite to the Mayor’s wife, the only woman in town that Nash raised his hat to. Nash knew that Stella. I slowly withdraw my fingers, and you try to follow by lowering your body and bending your knees, but the restraints don’t allow enough movement. I kneel in front of you, between your legs and move my tongue towards your delicious pussy. I lick the juice away from your thighs and move further inside you. You taste sweet, and sticky, like the most delicious honey I have ever tasted. My tongue flickers across your clit which I take gently between my teeth. I flick my tongue as quickly as I can.