I alternate my head between her thighs, inching closer to her pussy before finally making her whimper as I flick my tongue across her clit.I lick her ...abia slowly, moving from her clit downwards, inching ever closer to her bum, and she lets out a squeal of delight as I lick her arse. My tongue applies gentle pressure and slips inside her arse, exploring and probing gently as she lets out a guttural moan.I replace my tongue with a finger, and slip first one then two fingers inside her dripping. I laughingly beckoned to my lap, and she frowned. “You can’t fuck me, babe, I’m not protected.” She crawled up my body, caressing my cock with her beautiful, soft breasts. “You can’t fuck me today, it’s too dangerous.” I caressed her cheeks and thick, dark hair, and sat up in the lounge to kiss her. As my lips touched hers, she sat astride my hips, and rubbed her wet pussy gently against the base of my cock. “But ohhhhh! I need to feel you inside me!” I glanced down to see my aching cock, white. Dad, Emily, and Madison had all been given seats in the audience,and I was alone. I'd done a quick sound check with the band during acommercial break, and the only thing left for me to do was walk outthere for my first interview.I was nervous. For the first time since before the concert, I wasnervous."Please welcome Sarah Carerra!" I heard a male voice say. I knew that itwas the voice of Matt Donaldson, one of the co-hosts of 'Wake Up!'.I stepped forward and into view of the clapping studio. Thankfully I had a great circle of girlfriends and took much solace in my self-imposed celibacy sharing with them the injustices and inadequacies of the opposite sex. Indeed, some of the counselling sessions that I had with one or two of them introduce me to the world of Sappho but the emotions generated during those gentle couplings were not sufficiently strong enough for me to then declare myself a signed-up Lesbian; it was nice though.Over the years my workload and responsibilities increased.