Almost without me noticing she was down to my breasts, squeezing them, sucking the nipples between her lips, as if they could have been any more arous...d. With breathtaking subtlety she was on her knees between my legs with her lips on my tummy. Any pretence at a dance was long gone, and once her kisses reached the knicker line of my – sorry, of her thong – I was starting to get a) a little worried about how this was going to finish, and b) rather more aware of the crowd than I had been for the. "I've... never..." she started."...Been with a girl?" I filled her in and looked at the other woman. "How about you, Ingrid?"She turned to look at me, and said: "Never." Then her eyes locked with Audrey's, and her tongue started closing in on the entrance."There, you see," I told Audrey, who was biting her lip. "Nothing to fear." O-oh..." Audrey Hepburn moaned and closed her brown eyes as Ingrid Bergman's long, slithering tongue slipped inside her warm hole.Ingrid's nose was buried in the dark. .she looked awesome in a bathing suit. i was invited back to Lisa's house a few times after we completed the project. her son was working at a shop her friend owned. i did a few odd jobs for her. she wanted her bathroom painted, cleaned her pool, the living room was reorganized, etc. we got along just great and more than once we hugged and lightly kissed. it was on one of those occasions that Lisa admitted she was attracted to me. initially i was hesitant for the simple reason that she just. Are you sad because you think dad cheated on you again?” “No, I’m not positive that he did. But that’s not why I’m crying. I’m only human. I’m only forty-two, and I’m frustrated as hell! I need sex like everybody else and the man I’m married to can’t find enough time or interest to satisfy me and I don’t want to have some cheap affair and I have a dildo but it’s a poor substitute for a real cock and that marijuana made me so hot and horny that I’m telling my own son things I shouldn’t be.