I came again and again. And once more! He went back to blowing on my hot, wet pussy and it felt so wonderful, I relaxed a little. Just as his finger h...d done a few minutes before, his tongue hit my bud and sent me screaming into a dizzying amount of orgasms. Then he slowed and licked me up and down, slipping his tongue inside me every so often. How long can I take this torture? Who cares? Not me! He flattened his tongue and it got sort of rough. Up and down again, nice and slow. All of a. While she was driving I cut my phone back on, 15 missed calls, 11 texts, and 3 voicemails. I erased everything to be rid of that stupid fight once and for all, and didn’t listen to or read anything. Even though we were ok again, there was still a little awkwardness that happens after an argument, so we just made small talk all the way to the Dairy Queen. When we got there I got a fudge sundae and she got the banana split again. We sat outside since the weather was perfect, not too hot, not too. The short walk to the restaurant was all it took, though, to give her the very agreeable sensation of drawing the envious attention of other women and the cowed, covert glances of the few men that they passed.The street was like many in London, segregated so that women would not have to share the same pavement with unaccompanied men. On Oxford Street or Regent Street, a woman could walk freely, knowing that the only men she would encounter would be under some woman’s control. Here, though, in. She led them on but when she informed them that her pussy was leaking cum they seemed turned off. When we got home she pulled the dress over her head and pulled the panties down. She made me get naked while she kept the garter and stockings on. It had been five hours since she had been fucked and her pussy was extremely aromatic to say the least. She laid back on the couch and spread her legs. I hesitated before diving in. She said I hope it's nasty enough for you then she grabbed my hair and.