I tore her corset open, and she wriggled it over her wide hips and then stepped from her huge skirt. I tossed her into bed, flipped away her shoes, go... out of my boots and britches as she peeled off her stockings, and then was on her, oak hard and stallion ready."Please," she said up at me as my hard-headed prod battered at her narrow portal and my fists pressed down beside her ears. "I really am a virgin, so..." Her eyes widened and she squealed and then shrieked as a hand's length of hard. "If I was kneeling before you now, I'd like to suck just your head and swirl my tongue around it until you're screaming at me to take you in further."I slide my forefinger from the base of your shaft, up slowly, trailing our mixed juices up you. I know you love that. Then I use my forefinger and middle finger to patter tiny steps up again, and when I reach that special little place where your shaft meets your head, I rub feather-light with one finger tip."If that were my tongue, would you be. He had given an estimated arrival of late evening, and as darkness fell, the moon rose above the horizon… she paced the floor, listening to music on a very expensive stereo system – speakers were positioned inconspicuously about the house for the ultimate in environmental sound control. She had an interesting collection of compact discs – all specially selected to enhance a relaxing, mood-altering state. She wore an A-line satin gown in an elegant rose red, a damask print with shimmering roses,. She was still cautious, still learning about another woman's body. She was gently placing kisses against my neck. Given the time, I doubt it was meant to be sensual but it had that immediate effect. I could feel my nipples harden; I know she could. I could also tell that she was enjoying her new-found power. It was heating up in my kitty; I could feel it getting wet.The other person squeezed tight against me from the front, kissed me lightly on the lips. Then her hand grasped my ass cheek and.