She knelt before me and put it over my dick (we both knew a pregnancy would be the end of our tryst so we were being careful) she rolled it on like a ...ro by now. I leaned back on the bed as she knelt over my lap and lowered herself onto me as I still had my feet over the bed and on the floor. She wrapped her legs around my back and put her arms around my neck and we began to screw in a slow and grinding motion when I put my arms around her hips. She loved kissing while we had sex and she loved. I wiggled out of her and she released her leg hold on me. I slithered down her body, running my tongue around both breasts and then down to her navel and then down to her very wet pussy. ‘Oh, Rob,’ she said, ‘Are you sure you want to do that?’ I didn’t answer. I just let my tongue slid up and down her entire slit. She jerked and writhed around me in response. She tasted good. I’d tasted myself several times before and decided it was no big deal providing I was bringing pleasure to my partner.. He almost regretted ruining them. She was wearing a pair of black boy shorts, the same lace as the edging of her now discarded bra. He took his time with them, cutting only a bit with each pass, in random places. He enjoyed the sound the blade made as it passed through the fabric, the sharp gasp it invoked from her. Eventually the last piece of tattered lace fluttered to the ground, revealing what he had always suspected of her, but never known - she kept her cunt shaved smooth. Carefully, he. "What's up with them" I said taking her empty cup out to the kitchen. "Varicose veins, kill me when I walk for too long, I have a cream from the Doctors in my bag, but if can't reach the backs of my legs to rub it in" she said. I stood at the sink looking at my reflection in the tiles, I knew this was an opportunity I could not miss, I had fancied Maggie since she moved near to my mother ten years previous. I'd fed her cat while she and mother went away on holiday and used that opportunity to.