He slowly moved his hand up her skirt and pulled down her thong, taking a moment to admire her shaved pussy and getting even harder from looking at he... juices dripping from her. He picked her up, sat her on the counter, and moved his hands up her inner thighs. He rubbed her clit – softly at first, then slightly harder, letting her body language guide him – while she moaned softly. He got down on his knees and started to lick her pussy, moving his tongue all around her clit, sucking and licking.. My beauty isn't in my face, which to be honest, has never stopped traffic or launched a thousand ships. I wouldn't even launch a canoe with my average looks. I'm the sort of girl that a man will smile at, exchange a friendly hello with, but little else. I'm a solid 5 on the Richter scale and I can live with that, just as I'd learned to live with my nickname -- Plain Jane, although I much prefer Janey."Janey! Hold still," Mom said. "You're going to look like a raccoon." Sorry," I said, offering. His recovery had been about the same amount of time as mine had been, but he needed a year of prep school to be accepted at Purdue so he was a freshman. He hadn't chosen a major yet, but was thinking along the lines of teaching math or science. The new guy, Dominic Sanchez, had been in the Third Marines. He was a short fireplug with a deep gravelly voice, a jarhead through and through. As an enlistee he had been kept after the conflict ended and was also a freshman. He was studying aeronautical. He stopped and said, fine you want to go back to your husband? To the old ways? Donna paused, thought for a moment and garbed Keith’s ass and started pulling and pushing his hips for him to start again. Keith said, you sure cause I’ll stop right now! He pulled his dick out of her throat. She choked and gasped out the words, No Keith! I want to be your bitch! No Keith said, my slut! Say it Mrs. Gutierrez! Say it! Donna didn’t want say it because she knew what it meant but at the same time she.