"How did I do Marcy?" "Am I ready for mind reading training or should I avoid the poker tables." Very funny Mr. Little," she said dryly, "as if you do...'t know. If I knew you were going to play a trick on me you could have told me up front. Take this form to the cashier sitting over by the ticket booth; she'll pay you for your time." Wait a minute," I said getting defensive, "I told you I didn't have any ESP ability, so don't get mad at me." Mr. Little, I've been giving these tests all morning,. ‘Not with those tetas! ¡Ay Mios! Look at those things. I can’t believe you hide them. What are they 32C?!’ She gestured towards my chest, the dress I wore did anything but cover them. I blushed ’32D.’ Mel looked from her size 28B breasts and back towards me before we both died laughing. ‘Okay, can we go now?’ I pleaded. ‘Well, I’m not going to force you to straighten your hair, but there’s no way this is going to work if you don’t let me touch up your face, and PLEASE wear those shoes I got. And she loved fellatio above all. She'd asked me once, before she ever let me go down on her, just how much i liked performing oral sex on a woman, on a scale of one to ten.My answer: "Eleven!" Apparently it was the right response, because that evening, during our love making, she grabbed me by the back of the head, and slowly slid my face down across her belly and over her mound until my lips were right over her pussy. "Eat me." she said simply "Show me what you can do with that tongue of. My wife's hand reaching down to my head, pushing my mouth deeper and deeper onto him; glancing to the side to see his strong, thick black fingers deep in her cunt, rocking in and out in perfect rhythm with my mouth on him.Hearing my wife gasp "please let me cum," followed quickly by his murmured assent, her body rocking and jerking against his and mine as she struggled to stay upright, caught in the throes of a tremendous orgasm, her nails curling and digging into my scalp.Reaching up to cup.