Smiling at you, I pull you so you are completely reclined on the sofa, and move my face down to your nicely trimmed pussy. I kiss gently on your lips,...and then dart my tongue inside you, flicking at your clit and the edge of your hole, to eager to go slowly. I lick and flick your clit, alternating between the wide flat of my tongue and the pointy tip, and look up. Your head is arched back; the naughtiness of what we are doing plus the feelings are overwhelming you. I move up a little bit,. He knew what this meant. As Bryony slipped off the table, Edward took her place and spread his legs a bit. Bryony grabbed his cock and started to rub it, gently at first just letting her hand glide up and down the shaft, feeling how hard it was and enjoying the pleasure she was giving her lover. Then suddenly her tongue, sliding up from the base of the shaft to the tip just before a kiss, a kiss so gently placed on the tip of Edward’s hard cock. Bryony enjoyed teasing her lover, but at the same. “I’m just saying that I am a generous man, and I don’t mind sharing.”Amy sat there looking at me. I looked right back at her. Her face and especially her eyes changed expression over the next few seconds. I think she was trying to confirm in her mind that she was understanding what I was saying. This conversation was possibly a game changer in our marriage and Amy was trying to understand what this might lead to. Her expression changed from confusion to excitement to uncertainty and a few that. ‘Erica, you are way too drunk to drive home.’ ‘No, I am not,’ Erica slurred and screamed. ‘ You are. I insist on driving you home.’ ‘You act like I am not even there the entire night. Now you are all high and mighty, telling me that i am too drunk to drive my own ass home. Give me my fucking keys.’ ‘No, you are not driving home that is final. Now either you cooperate or I will throw you over my shoulder and I will carry you out that way.’ ‘Fine,’ Erica stomped her feet as they headed out the.