Slowly she crawled up my body and kissed me again. Then she stood on her knees and positioned her pussy over my mouth. I wanted it so much. I pulled h...r down and hungrily licked her. She immediately gasped and started rubbing her clit. As I licked up and down her slit, she started grinding on my face. So I stopped my movements and stuck my tounge out, letting her grind on that. Mary was becoming very vocal, with high pitched squeals. Sensing her oncoming orgasm, I took her clit into my mouth. It was perhaps inevitable that the next time that Dalitha visited her aunt’s flat, it was a different occasion to all those that had come before. Dalitha herself had half-expected it to be different, although she had shied away from any coherent thought of how different it might be. The memory of her close encounter with Fluff’s vagina remained with her, seemed, in fact, to be imprinted on the tips of her fingers where they had touched her. The memory of that droplet of vaginal juice still. But Raymond wasn’t done so quick. He used her teenage pussy till the back seat of his Mercedes was “soaked”. Apparently when she was done and he wasn’t she first felt shame, and she kept getting fucked. The shame became guilt, and she kept getting fucked. The guilt made her more horny, and she kept getting fucked. By the time he was done “the first time”. Mary lost count of her orgasm’s. She did know she was done with white guys. All I know is that I fell in love. I knew I couldn’t have her but. I was wearing a white blouse with a necktie that matched my mini skirt, stockings and 5-inch heels. Underneath was the sexy lingerie I bought as a surprise for him. I started dancing in front of my husband, letting him take off my clothes. Soon all that was left was the lingerie and the heels. I continued dancing sexier. I sat on his lap but never stopped dancing.He kissed me passionately as his hands played with my breasts. He kissed me down to my neck and I could feel his hard cock through.