My tongue worked further south. Kissing and caressing her breasts, then her abs (maybe a four pack but taught for a female) and finally that wonderful...Asian bush. Even now, in retrospect, I am amazed that a woman in her 30’s would rock a natural bush. Especially if she is inviting a guy over to fuck her. I thought for sure she would be shaved down to prepubescent nothingness. Happily proven wrong.My tongue worked her clit, dipped in and out of that juicy honeypot and happily lapped up all the. OOo The first unearthly storm had swept over the coast one otherwise unremarkable Easter, not so much as blotting out the sun as simply erasing it. Panic, of course, had been my response. All of our responses. Terror born of too many late night tales of alien invasion gripped my mind while Colin had wept openly at God’s wrath as he cleansed the earth of all sinners which, to him, meant every single living being. We’d survived, Colin and me, although it had nearly driven us mad. Others had not. .. I turned around...“Hi Tommy,” There stood Mrs Holden, a vision in a white Tennis dress and Tee Shirt.Instant red face, gulp, “Hi Mrs Holden.”“Call me Coral.”Gulp, “Okay... Coral.”“Tommy I need your help” I nodded and she started around to he side gate. I stumbled along behind her. When we arrived in her back yard I noticed she had a 12' extension ladder laying on the ground.“I was bouncing a tennis ball with my racket and it bounced to high landing on the roof. It rolled back down but got. Patrice loved to dance, any excuse to move around and be free, it all made her happy. She and Eden reached the dance floor and began moving sensuously to the pounding beat of the music.The tempo, the rhythm, it was all getting to both women. Eden could sense eyes upon them, people were watching the two beauties. They had made space on the floor for them to dance, their was a palpable heat filling the room.Eden felt alive, aroused, feeding off the energy in the room. She put a little bit extra.