After commenting on her tits, she confessed the really got turned on by playing with her nipples.Now would be a good time to mention that I was marrie... at the time, but not happily.As our friendship grew rapidly I became bold and called my Swiss Miss on the phone. With the time difference, I had to call at around 2:00-4:00am my time which meant sneaking downstairs and being quiet as to not get caught.She mentioned she was going to Zurich to visit her Mother, I joked and said I could meet her. I’m twenty-two, graduated from a British university last year with a biology degree, but moved over to the US for work. For most people, today was just another ordinary Friday, but for me, it was the start of my holidays. I hadn’t taken a single day off sick in the last year, so the boss gave me all my holidays at once before the end of the year. My holiday coincided with the start of Spring Break, and the whole town was gearing up for the influx of beautiful, drunken students. Everyone except. "Oh yeah!" she moaned. "Right there, RIGHT THERE!" With my tongue in her gash, her clit was right under my nose, literally. I nosed it hard while tonguing her hole. I could hear voices encouraging me in the background. I lapped until I thought my tongue was going to fall out, but Michelle loved it so I continued as long as I could. She had a long slow orgasm that curled her toes. She moaned low in her throat while holding my face pressed against her, guiding me with her hands which were still. Catherine's eyes were glued on the dog's cock and balls, fascinated. It was her fault that the dog had such a lovely big hard-on, she knew, and she felt that she was obliged to relieve the faithful dog. She knew that it must be agony for a doggy to have such a stiff prick and such swollen scumbags, with no place to empty them. Not having hands, a doggy couldn't jerk himself off, of course--but Catherine had hands, and those hands were tingling for a touch of dog meat. She was rationalizing.