The cheap stuff is all they had I guess, oh well, I'm not drinking it! The ride back to my place was fun. His fingers massaged my clit outside of my b...ttoms as we chatted home. My hand over his pressing it more and more onto my clit. Back in the house he opens the wine, and I pour myself a good helping of margarita with ice and salt. We go out onto the back porch and lay back into two Chaise Lounges. The sun has lowered down behind the hedges and it was cool outside with a nice breeze. We chat. I did my best to ignorethat realisation but every time I swallowed I had to fight a gagreflex. As with the crust in his ass cheeks I had to push quite hardagainst his body to get the last piece. I had the hairs from his legsbrushing my cheeks, his pubic hairs tickling my forehead, my eyes weresquashed close against his upper thighs and my nose was between hislegs smelling feint traces of pee, sweat and pizza.I thanked him. The next crust came from his right armpit, and of coursethere was a. .. I’d like you to ... I want you to.’Jake rolled onto his side and put his arm around her. They kissed, allowing their passion to build, more gradually this time. Soon, Tabatha was moaning with her lust for him. She reached down to touch him, then realized she was actually preventing him from making love to her. ‘If I make every advance, I’ll only end up pushing him away!’She lay still in his embrace, for the first time letting her husband initiate their lovemaking. By the time Jake actually. Then he brought his right hand slowly up the front of her thigh. Softly he brushed the skin of her inner thigh as his fingers moved upward. The new feeling was subtle at first. She almost missed it with the other feelings vying for her attention. But as she fought to keep her balance and enjoy the pleasures he was giving her she knew something was approaching her crouch. The feeling was moving too damn slow, but it was promising even greater pleasures when it reached its destination. She.