Tracy’s back arched up from the bed, a sharp cry of bliss bursting from her lips as he touched her. “Oh – oh, Steve,” she whimpered as his ton...ue caressed her folds. Her fingers scrunched up into the sheets as her hips rocked in a slow wave. His lips and tongue continued to glide over her, making her moan in delighted wonder. He wasn’t rushed, trying to push her to the edge. Instead, he savored her as she’d taught him to enjoy the Cognac. He took in her bouquet with deep breaths, warming her. I was now just another of those guy with his dick in his hand and I got about as much attention, as I had given any of them before. So I was on the verge of just calling it quits when I met her.She was German. She was in her mid-twenties, with brown hair that came past her neck and a pretty smile. I couldn't see the rest of her face. What I could see were her breasts, large and round, with puffy nipples that were sticking out. She was sitting up in bed, topless, her laptop resting on her pink. I always wanked thinking about her every time I always wondered wish I was her husband and would have fucked her all night, she was the queen of my life and she was friendly with my family always used to come at our house and every time I achieved something since the age of ten I used to receive a kiss on my cheeks, which I used to receive till I was teen but she stopped doing that after 18.She used to call me babu. She was married to anirudh her husband who was always grumpy and they were. I would have been happy to finish what we started, but I had to get over my fears first, or it would tear me up inside.Once I was presentable, I went back to the bathroom. Olive had her shoes on again, and the body stocking draped over her arm. “Your sister took my coat. She said she had a way to dry it.”I nodded but didn’t say anything.Olive closed the distance between us. She studied my face and realized something was wrong. “Are you really that worried about what your family will say?”I.