I pulled the bike onto its stand and asked if she was OK, she nodded,“But you can help me up to my place? I’m not sure I would be able to make the...stairs.”I went with her and true to her word, she could not navigate the stairs, I picked her up and carried her up the stairs while she giggled almost all of the way.“So this is how it feels to get swept off your feet,”I chuckled at her words,“For a pretty lady like you, I would do it every day.”More giggles followed, I settled her down at her door. A place no man has ever seen or touched. I squeal out, which causes him to do it again. This time he finds my clit. It stiffens from the attention, he licks fast at it. I can't move, he holds my legs tighter. He doesn't want me to be able to move. He dips his tongue down lower, moving along my whole slit. When he rolls his tongue inside me, I want to cry out, begging for more. I haven't felt this kind of pleasure when I have masturbated. I know now why people love sex so much, yet I still. Inside, Alma was raging at herself. How could you! How could you even think about another man with Jonathon not gone even a few weeks. You bitch! You worthless bitch! Silently a tear made its way down her cheek. A bowl of food appeared under her nose and she accepted it without a word. Ranulf frowned, ‘Lady?’ Alma turned her head away, unable to face him as the recriminations continued inside her head. Ranulf bit back a swear word and retreated back to the fire. He sat down and began to eat. "I bought some ointment down in Tijuana..These two jars of ointment.." I tried to say. "Does it hurt?" she interrupted. She then fell out her chair, onto her knees in front of me. She ran her tongue down the length of my cock. She had to use two hands to get a hold of it. She used two hands to jack my cock at her mouth. She could only get the tip of my cock in her mouth. She was trying to swallow more than just an inch.Her tongue was licking all over the tip of my cock. She was running her.