He started to ease off my kini bottoms and as he did I felt his tongue slowly lap my pussy slit from top to bottom not rushed like some men do but slo...ly just the way I liked it flicking my clit several times in between each lickAlready I was moaning and my pussy was a dead give away as I was already wet. Then his fingers were eased up and into my slit I cannot tell you the feeling these were giving me. It was as though these two digits were pleasure givers.And his tongue went faster and. The end of the day came, and I headed home. I thought of Leon all the way home and how his life was so traumatic and how it seemed he had changed it around. All night and all day Saturday, I kept thinking of him. Saturday nights after dinner, Sam would put the final edit on his sermon for Sunday. Then he would join me in bed. Saturday night was our intimate time together. He would undress and join me in bed, where he would take off my nightgown and caress my breasts as he climbed on top. She opened the front door to a man wearing shorts, boots and a baseball cap. “Hi! I’m your neighbor from the cul-de-sac – I was wondering if you had an electrical extension I could bor…” She had already checked and saw no wedding ring and, with a quick glance up and down the street, grabbed his hand and pulled him into the house. Her cunt was still throbbing from masturbating in the shower. “Come in” she said as she closed the door. “Sorry I was just in the shower. Yes I do have an extension. But when she saw the mannequin, looking exactly like the cowboy from the Village People, she got the idea. Leather chaps. She didn’t need anything else. She could wear her tight jeans and her little white spaghetti-strap tank top. And chaps.Her hands shake slightly as she looks through the rack of chaps, because she feels his gaze on her. The smell of the leather surrounds her, intoxicating her with a scent that has always been erotic. It fills her nostrils and seems to be a direct link to.