So I gently grabbed the back of her neck and softly kissed her and I could tell that she liked it. The kiss lasted forever. It was so passionate I fel... my pussy throb for her. I began to undress her and myself. I turned my radio on just cause I knew I was bouta make this bitch scream. Hell maybe this could be my tutor payment. She makes me smarter and I make her cum. She laid there patiently waiting to see what would happen next. I got on top of her and began to kiss her again. I kissed down. He had very little hair on his body, I could tell from his photographs. He lived in Secunderabad and his name is… well, let’s just call him Mr.B.I used to see his pictures on FB and wonder what it would mean to make love to someone like that. You might say I was a bit of a ‘chubby chaser’. I had to go to his city, strangely, for a job interview. I knew he was over 50 years old and single. So, before I planned my trip I wrote him a message, saying that I was coming down for a day and would he be. I still remember the song. It was Aqua, Lollipop. A.K.A. Candyman. We began to dance and I was pleased to see that he was skilled. I always hated dancing with someone who would end up stepping on my toes. By the end of the fist chorus, he was dancing close enough that our bodies touched at every move. I turned giving him my back. He moved up behind me and grabbed my hips, dancing sexily behind me. I let myself go. I gave into the beat of the music and danced just as sexily as he was. Soon it. You push your hips upward to my tongue. As I feel your clit press against my tongue, my hands pull your panties off. I lean up and slide your panties down your legs and feet, to the floor. As I begin to return to you, you feel my hands caress your feet, then your knees, then your thighs moving gently and slowly. You are now breathing heavy with anticipation. You want my wet tongue down there. You want my lips against your wet lips. Finally my lips begin to graze against your mound.