...I hear your disappointed moan as I kiss the soft skin of your inner thigh a few inches below where you want my mouth so desperately now....but I'm ...ot going to make you wait long, honey....I can smell your musky arousal and the heat against my cheek cannot be denied for long. After what seems an eternity to you, but what is really only a few short seconds, my tongue makes its first light touch against your pussy. you give a gurgling moan as I run my tongue up and down the length of your. I heard familiar female grunts and moans as I approached the kitchen. I looked through the doorway, and saw Cathy, her short skirt pushed up round her waist, laid on the kitchen table while Devon, his trousers round his ankles and his jacket on the floor, fucked her like a jack-hammer. Her blouse was still in place, so clearly he hadn't stopped to stimulate her breasts, and as I watched, his face turned red with the effort he was making, and he suddenly stopped fucking, pushed in hard and shook. Not that he's alone in that. I swear, if any of us girls wear an outfitthat so much as shows our knees to school, the janitors have to workovertime to clean up all the boy drool.And it's even worse if we wear nylons. For some reason, seeing a patch ofskin covered by sheer fabric sends even more sexual signals than evenseeing the same patch of skin uncovered.Even as I think about this, I realize how much I've changed in the lastcouple of months. It was only this summer that I myself was a boy,. Colette was twenty-eight and her biological clock was ticking like a time bomb. Conner was thirty and working his way up the corporate ladder, he expected to be a full partner in his law firm by the end of next year. His superiors had hinted that being married might be an advantage to him. He wasn’t swayed by anything, he would live his life his way. Not even his career was important enough to change him and the partners at Lytle, Crosby and Sterns liked this about Conner Brady. He would back.