I lifted the bottom of the shirt to slip my hands around the soft flesh of her waist. My lips moved down her neck, her head thrown back, and I found m...self undoing my own shirt to get at her breasts. We kissed again, my hands cupping the warm firm shapes of her tits, before I had to bend down to reach them with my mouth due to the high heels. Brushing the sides of the shirt out of the way, I kissed the sides, sucking and licking gently at the undersides and between them, teasing her until she. I could see she was making a puddle and her feet were getting pee wet. I had finished my business. Naked, I went over to the shower taps and turning the shower head to the wall, I turned the taps on and made sure the water was warm. Turning around, she was still going. I washed the floor and the area around her feet. She looked at me in a kind of relief. She finally finished, I offered the shower head to rinse herself. Then handed the floor towel, which was on the towel rail to dry herself. I. The folds were so deep I made sure to take extra care as I cleaned her with my tongue. I would spit on her and then lick it up like some sick addict getting every drop of coke off the mirror. She grabbed me by the hair and through me down on the bed as she sucked my giant monolith into a rocket ship about to blast off. Her lips were thin, as she was European, her hair was blonde as anything I had ever seen, almost white, and her nose was pointed, eyelashes up and long as well. She had beautiful. Beth liked no variation. I moved my hands to her chest, squeezing her breasts, causing random spurts of milk to drip out of her. The sweetness, the flavor of her sex began to seep into my mouth. It was as though we were never divorced. Beth, laying back, legs spread, was responding to my intimate licks.As her clit began to firm up, as the blood began to flow into it, I back away. My tongue traced her wet slit, pushing into her opening.“No, Peter… Keep....” Beth was caught up in the.