It was obvious to her where he was headed. Just thinking of his touching her there with his lips and tongue brought her sex fluids flooding up.He cont...nued to move down her body, kissing slowly, covering her taut abdomen with light, feathery kisses, until he reached the musky, scent-laden hair at the junction of her thighs. He skipped over her snatch to work down one leg, kissing its sweet inner flesh for several moments. Debbie's legs opened to him, enabling his head to reach the soft flesh. That very moment I was already imagining how I would ramp this lil bitch if I had a chance. I immediately started to flirt with this female and in one months time we started dating each other. On Saturdays we used to have half day and on this particular Saturday I took her to a nice restaurant and we had some beers and then followed by a nice delicious lunch and I said to her that I live close by and if she wanted she could come to my place to freshen up and then leave for home.That lucky day. "A farton", replies the inventor."That's rude. You can't possibly call it that!" In that case," says the inventor...You're really going to hate the name of my folding bucket." || Now laugh at his joke, place a hand on his thigh, and squeeze. ||"I did my best. "A fucket!" I replied, giggling, "that was funny." I placed a hand on his thigh and squeezed it."|| (ting) I have a joke too. Would you like to hear it? ||" I have a joke too. Would you like to hear it?" I dutifully repeated."Yes I would!". "I was just out playin' some tennis. Guy's gotta keep in shape. How 'bout a game?" Oh... well... I don't know, Terry... I don't think so," she said, noticing that he was wearing only a pair of loose white shorts and tennis shoes."Aw c'mon, Mom. I remember how you used to play tennis all the time!"Sheila had been having more and more trouble lately keeping her eyes off Terry's big cock and balls. She wanted to play tennis with him, but she was afraid that her uncontrollable ogling of his.