... that's it .... oh yes.... push your tongue up my vagina..... now back to back to my clit.....oh that's lovely....ohhhhhhhh!" She came on his tongu... flooding his face with her juices.Abby slowly got up and let Clive breath again; he was breathless, it has always been his dream to have his face sat on underneath a girl's dress and he had been sat on by Marilyn Monroe. It couldn't get better than that!"I must go to the bathroom,"Abby staggered off. As she walked she kicked off her shoes and. She worked as an accounts manager in one of the local hospitals so frequently wore skirt suits and pantyhose for the office. When she came home from work I would see what she was wearing and if she was in one of my favourite outfits (a navy skirt suit with knee-length skirt, navy pantyhose and pumps) I would excuse myself and go down to talk to her. While talking to her I would be admiring her legs and wishing I was knelt near her gently caressing them. If she wasn't in then I would excuse. “I have an IUD, so I’m not worried about getting pregnant. The program tests us regularly because of our labs and dealing with bodies, so I know I’m clean, too.”“Ok. I’m good with that,” I said. “Shall we move to your bedroom?”“How about we just do it here on the couch?” She said. I nodded. “That’s fine, too.” We put our beer cans on the bar and moved into her living room to stand in front of her sofa.For a moment we just stood there, sort of awkwardly. I reached and pulled her to me with one. .. do you think I'll ever find someone who wants to go through all of that?" Brock took another drink of his soda. "I don't smoke, can't stand the taste of alcohol, and stay away from drugs... do you think that matters with women? No... unless you have a wad of money... they don't care!"Ken took a drink from the bottle of pop he was holding, "That's very commendable Brock, anyone should be happy to have someone like you. If I could bottle you all up and put it into my ideal woman... then at.