I told him about it the next night, and the next time it happened we tried something new: as soon as it started, I kind of pulled him to me so he coul... watch with me. As soon as he realized what was happening, he told me to leave – that this was something I shouldn't see. I didn't know if it was even possible to leave him there – it was all so new then, and I'd only just brought him over – but he insisted, so I left. We'd never tried it before, but it worked, and he got to stay for the whole. It was so oily wet and hot I for a moment got scared that I might sustain severe burns. But, the fear subsided and replaced with thrill. Yes,I was travelling through those soft walls of her vagina through which if I succeed my child may come out. Yes, I had not taken any precaution of using a condom but Madhuri might be on pill or she might have got her operation done. Who knows? What a thought, but it did come to my mind. Would it happen? Time alone would tell.Shifting Madhuri on her back I. She does it so nonchalantly that no-one suspects she was doing it on purpose. Tonight was no exception and she flashed a boob at poor old Henry. She told me later that he spilt all his whisky down his waistcoat! When it started getting a bit chilly we moved indoors. Then at about 9.30 Henrietta decided it was time for her and Henry to leave. It was a shame Henry was going because he was making his mark as the life and soul of the party – whereas Henrietta was exactly the opposite. But as I. I wriggle around, my tongue swirls, my face jiggles and shakes, she's never felt this before. "Oh my god you're good. Where the fuck did this come from? Oh fuck! Fuck, FUCK, FUCK! She squeals. Her hand claws at my head, pushing me further inside her. She smells so good, she tastes even better. I feel those sexy legs, reach around to grope her inner thighs. I feel her tighten, her walls close in, my tongue is a prisoner but is not willing to escape, she cums! My tongue orgasms.Standing.