I envied Cherie's gorgeous hour glass frame, though; perfect hips, perfect arse with perfectly shaped full C breasts standing at six feet tall. She wa... a dream and her legs were even dreamier. "Go on! Put them on!"I slipped them over the salmon pink pair I had on and could hardly see what they actually looked like. "The fit is perfect! I love them but I wanna see them without my knickers on. I'm definitely taking these." As I undressed myself, I could see Cherie's eyes lingering my way to my. I stick my tongue and lick it all around. I open your pants. You lift your hips, and I slide them off with your panties. You lie there completely nude feeling the heat build as I throw another log on the fire. I look at you, admiring the beauty. You lift your arms to me. I lie down next to you and we hold each other for the moment…savoring our time together. I touch you…. The heat is radiating off you. I bend down and take a nipple into my mouth. You moan. I start licking my way. I'll get you a book, but sometimes it just takes time and experience." She smiled and said, "Now, enough business for tonight. I suppose that you noticed that I rather enjoyed Tyler's attention." Actually I did. I believe I heard expressions of joy." There was this movie not long ago called A Perfect Storm in which all the world's weather elements came together to cause havoc in the Atlantic. Tyler served as my personal perfect storm. I came home from the program feeling lonely and unwanted. I. Going weak at the knees, she steadied herself against the car. Richard’s tongue wriggled against her clit and she heard herself as he must hear her, a wanton slut, half out of her head with desire. A slut who just wanted one evening of abandon with a stranger she would never meet again.She grew tense. There was moisture churning inside, so much moisture. Richard seemed to be purring as he inched his tongue towards her entrance, but by now she wanted one thing and one thing only. She was a slut.