She felt a kiss, just below the knee, then the wetness of a gentle lick running up her inner thigh. She felt her legs being gently massaged as the kis...es and licks moved closer to her cunt. As her legs were massaged, they were being pushed further apart.Mary squirmed as she felt the first kisses land on her lips, his nose buried in her bush. The sensation of his hands gently spreading her legs, of his long making a long, generous lick up to her clit sent shivers down her spine. His tongue. I immediately replaced them with my hands, tweaking those tiny nipples until they were hard as diamonds. Maneuvering her position so she could lean on the pool table and toss her head back as I fondled, sucked, pinched, licked and stuffed each milky white breast in turn in my hungry mouth. This always got her turned on and would begin her love nectar flowing. I started my right hand on its epic journey south to the promise land, the only place at the time that could relieve my affliction. As my. Today it's an uncomfortable truth, that both acts were accepted as normal, perhaps that's why some thirty to forty years later, we hear women bemoan their sexual initiations as c***d partners, to men long since dead and forgotten.What's the point, when I first did it, I, if I am honest, I enjoyed it, I still do as you all know, but life is short and being able to excite a man with a natural bald pussy and flat chest, have your first orgasms, are feeling that are so fleeting, I embraced them and. ‘Last night, after you… you know, after you came…’ she said, surprised at herself as she blushed a little, ‘you looked at me a bit funny.’ ‘Oh,’ said Shaun — she’d seen that. She’d seen him looking at her, wondering if it was her who blew him. Crap. ‘Uh,’ he said. ‘Um, well, that was because…’ ‘It was because I thought it was you who made me come,’ was his answer, he thought it, but he couldn’t say it. He couldn’t say it to her. She saw it, she saw the answer in his eyes, and she mentally.