My left hand reached up and turned the page of the book. (I had been rubbing a while, and was still on the same page. I didn't want to be too obvious)...There must have been some sort of insect flying around outside. She and her friend were swatting at something. I was still rubbing, still watching, and then she slapped at her thigh. Whatever it was that had been flying around them had just landed on her. She hiked her skirt up a bit and rubbed along her inner thigh. A bite? A sting? Whatever it. I moved them to one side and spread her feminine folds with one hand and let my breath caress her, teasing her. As she started to moan and move her hips into my hot breath, I dipped my tongue forward broadly, giving the full breadth of her pussy a lick. I felt her reaction, in both the way her clit engorged as well as the noise that emerged from her lips. Encouraged, I licked again, from the base of her vulva to the top of her clit, making sure to go slow enough that I knew she could feel every. He picked up his car keys, threw on a jumper and slacks and headed out the door. His best man, David, was approaching the house as he opened the door.“Gotta, go Dave,” he said, “I won’t be long.”“Where are you going Ryan, you’ve got to get ready!”“Long story, I’ll tell you later. I won’t be long, promise,” replied Ryan as he slipped past Dave and continued towards the car.“Grab yourself a beer mate, top shelf of the fridge,” he shouted as he got in the car.Ryan was shaking his head all the way. She came to me in a dream. She poured out her sweet tan angel hands to me, waving, her sexy faint European smile glittering under the hot sun. I go home and fantasize about her, my first ejaculation yet to come... I bathe in the cool waters under the bride, letting sweet nothing angels whisper in my head, guilt for the small fat black haired woman I feared to date in shameful self-image. Each day, I would stare on and on, into the heavens, waiting for that angel to come down. I aggressively,.