Sona was frustrated and shouted “chutia, jaldi kar mujhe kai aur logo ko niptana hai” (chutia, get done fast as I have to entertain many others as...well). I some how got positioned but till today I am not sure whether I was completely in her ass hole or just between the ass crack.But any how I started to pump and the pleasure was immense and I was in full swing. Sona was faking and making sounds…aahhhh mar gayi, ohhhh, ahhhh aur zor se….etc. I was stroking fast now and even slapping her ass. It was one more subtle thing to like about her. I hated women that make a great deal of their diets. I asked her to open the crackers while I cut the pears. We fell to discussing my very pedestrian choices, versus the more expensive alternatives. This led to a discussion of food generally, and Villa Bartoli in particular. Almost too soon, George finished jockeying through near impassible Rutgers campus parking, and we had arrived. I assisted her from the car, and offered my arm as we strolled. ‘Those too.’ In the dim light, the naked figure was more exotic than the liqueur. Behind the house, on an extension of the deck, was a hot tub nestled in a giant oak. ‘The gentleman gets to remove the top. The water should be nice and warm.’ In the tub, which was plenty hot, she straddled my thighs, back to me, and relaxed, The fiery liquid tasted sharp and minty. ‘This is not part of the standard interview. There is more to the interview, but I have decided it can wait until tomorrow, which is. I removed the last piece of cloth on her… there she has reviled her beautifully cleaned pussy, dripping with her love juices. I’m still with my trouser.Then I slide down to her, slowly started to explore her inner beauty, I inserted my tongue over her pussy walls, let me describe in detail: first I played with my tongue above her clitoris, then slowly came to the side walls just below the clitoris, I kept licking all over the clitoris and the wall and keep circulating my tongue on these party.