I felt fantastic as she continued her low moans. It was at that point that my life changed. I put a little pressure on my finger and, instead of her p...lling away and squirming sideways, I felt her pushing back at me! I was scared that I was mistaken (had I read the signs wrongly?) but I kept the pressure up, maintaining it rather than pushing harder. I wanted her to take the lead. Well, she did! I felt her anal hole gradually open and relax. It felt wonderful. My finger entered her sphincter as. Turns you on so much. I took a bottle of oil and put it all over her butt and massaged her asshole. I rubbed against her asshole now.She seemed to enjoy it. I spread that tight little-puckered asshole and spit on it and licked it. Ate it. What not. But then, a crazy idea hit my mind at that time. Why lick oil when you can eat honey.So, I told her to stay put right there and went to get honey from her kitchen. came back and pour honey all over her body. Tits, pussy, asshole, ass crack. Licked. I looked imploringly at Kristen -no, I must start thinking of her as Miss Everett. Whatever her name, hergaze was implacable."Did I tell you take your outer clothes off, or everything bar yourunderwear?" she inquired, icily. "No, I did not."With a sigh I pulled down my last item of clothing , stepped out of itand stood before her, my hands awkwardly cupped over my genitals. Shesnorted in derision. "There's nothing there I haven't seen"' shecommented drily. "Indeed I saw it just a few minutes. We got to know each other when I was on the high school girl’s golf team and this club was our home course. Bob gave me a summer job as a cart girl. I then moved up to beverage cart girl when I was in college. For extra money, Bob let me tend bar here when there were functions such as weddings and banquets. The money I earned during the summer helped me out while I was going to college even though I had a golf and an academic scholarships.”“Can I ask you what you do?”“I am an associate.