Just then, she felt his fingers caress her ever so slightly sending a ricochet of shivers up her body. Then again, his finger dragged along her clitor...s, hot with anticipation. He pushed her onto her back, making his way down on her. She felt his tongue enter her and move into her wetness. Reaching inside her with his tongue, he drank her liquid. His tongue slid rhythmically from inside her across her wetness up to her clitoris and back, again and again.She rocked against him until the warmth. "I mean, some girls really wear their marks and scars and such as badges of honour and love to show them off, but... there's quite a few who can be really quite sensitive, too." They're ashamed of them?" No... no, I don't think so. I mean, don't think there's anyone here who really regrets their decision, I can tell you that much. I think the psych examiners are actually really pretty good at weeding out the women who'd really freak out if a client did something really horrid to them," Sonja. Don’t project, I told myself and I shook off the feeling.Elsa had shown up on a rainy day and was a beautiful, disheveled mess. Janice, in sharp contrast, didn’t have a single hair out of place. Something about the contrast allowed me to forget abut Elsa and focus on Janice. She had a fair complexion, without blemish and just a hint of summer tan remaining. Her fine blonde hair had a gentle wave that looked natural but I thought must have taken a lot of work to tame. Without a bulky coat, I. She was standing at the bartop, a little counter that opened up into the front hallway. I got up and stepped up behind her, leaning down to murmur in her ear, "Yes I am...and I feel like making something disappear." Oh?" Mom asked playfully. "Like what?" Like my cock disappearing into your pussy," I whispered as I pressed against her, reaching around to unbutton her blouse."Josh!" Mom exclaimed, trying to keep her voice down. "Your sister could come back down any minute!" She's in the shower,".