You lay on the big bed, the sweater no longer covering your sexy lacy knickers, I undress to my underwear and lie beside you, my hands are eager to ge... at you, all of you, your sexy body, but before I do anything I have to taste you, so I slip my hand inside the waistband of your panties and my finger easily find you hard clit and then slips into you while you let out a little moan. Fuck you are wet, maybe you did start without me, I pull out my hand and put my finger into my mouth to taste. " He perched on the rock beside her, and also took a bottle of water out of his backpack. She offered him some fruit and nuts, and they sat in the sunshine and visited, comparing notes on the photos they had taken. "You're not from Canada, are you?" she asked him, fascinated by his rich deep voice, and the smooth southern accent, that was nearly not there. She picked it up, as she had a thing for an accent. "No, I'm not, I'm from Texas. I have heard about Banff, and really wanted to shoot. She had thought the bottle lost years ago but had found it whilst scouring the cellar and in a moment of uncharacteristic melancholy, had decided to toast her epiphany with a glass. Only that one glass had quickly become four. Now the bottle was half empty and she was feeling quite warm down in the pit of her stomach. It had been so long since she last had a drink of anything stronger than Coffee that when she heard the knock at her door she was sure it was because the alcohol. It was only. I then instructed Jody in how to eat cunt. I told him to first put his long tongue inside of her. Her labia opened easily as Jody did as instructed. I was about to tell him to start fucking her with his tongue but he did so without instruction. I watched the horny scene with fascination as Jody went after Wendy's cunt like a prodigy. He required no guidence as he instictively did exactly what he should have when he should have. He licked her slit up and down, and at the perfect moment started.