Trev, the plumber, started working his way down my body, he was between my legs, but my skirt was still closed. He opened my skirt and looked at how n...ked and shaven I was and said ‘Wow, I did not expect that’. He knelt between my legs and I could not wait for what I knew was about to happen. I LOVE being eaten, I almost love it more than being fucked, especially if the man really knows what he is doing.He spread my skirt wide and spread my legs as wide apart as possible, he then went down on. Owen made a show of reluctantly getting up and moving to sit next toTess on the couch, but I could tell he was eager to play. "Go on thenArnold, let's see those mighty guns."Tess made a muscle-man pose and flexed her arms. "Have a feel of these,big boy. Impressive, huh?" Owen felt her small muscles and Tess took hishand and moved it up and down her arm. "See? And check out these gluts."She moved his hand down to her bare legs and rubbed up and down. "Oh,you have such rough hands. You never told. 'Men do it when they cant get a fuck', she extrapolated her knowledge, 'their cocks want pussy, get hard, and shoot cum all over the place', she continued, realizing she had my attention.'Cum', I queried, 'Yes', she replied with an exasperated edge to her voice. She took out a cigarette and lit it, so grown-up we thought, and her eyes squinted when the acrid smoke blew back onto her chiselled, angular features.Frida was a beauty, her long blond mane, always looked shaggy and feminine, her eyes. He took in her form. She was truly a beautiful woman. Beautiful long fiery red hair cascading down her pale Irish skin. Her breasts were large, as he’d seen before, capped with tiny little pink nipples atop bright red areola. Her belly was trim, thinning to a 28 inch waist and then flaring back out into lush 38 inch hips. She watched him look her over, a smile creeping across her face. ‘You like what you see?’ She asked as she turned slowly. Showing him her muscular and curvy back and ass and.