Why is it a roadblock?”“It’s like reading the end of a mystery novel first. The book just isn’t the same once you know the ending. Have you re...d The Murder of Roger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie?”“Yes. I’ve read quite a few of her books.”“If you read it a second time, would it be as good?”“No, I guess not. Well, maybe, actually, because I’d pick up all the clues she left. The third time certainly wouldn’t be as good.”“Hmm, I see your point, but the idea I had was what you said about when you read. Slowly and steadily every fruit pieces were being eaten off my body. They did not use their hands to pick the fruit piecesBut picked them up with their lips, it was tickling me and also arousing me like hell, but I had to lay still when they finished the fruit pieces they started licking away the cream and honey from my body. Almost every one preferred to lick it off from my breast and from my pussy. By the time they are clean they would place more of it from the cream and honey around my body.. Tina pulled the lips of her pussy apart with her fingers to reveal the treasure inside. I remembered the small button of her clit and the wonderful sweet smell that filled the car that evening. “Not much different than a white girl, huh?” she joked. Lacking any real female experience, I answered, “No not much at all.” I had seen one real pussy in the past. It was from my first girlfriend and our encounters had been brief, however, that first pussy experience revealed the gorgeous contours of a. Her mind had raced, too, “I’m having sex with Ethan!” echoing around inside her head.To her, the best part was having Ethan on top of her, his comfortable weight pressing her down, and hugging his naked body to her. It had been so exciting, being loved, intimacy like she’d never known, and she wanted to experience it again.Every time she looked at Ethan today, she had a sigh that she couldn’t get out, her heart thumping, an ache in her body.But, why was he so quiet? Hadn’t it been good for him?.