I pulled the brush out of my soaking wet pussy and licked the juices off. I know had a new toy to help get me off. I went to sleep that night with a b...g smile across my face.Everything went on for the next couple months just as it always had with John splitting his time between me and Tara. We started getting together more and more than usual. It was like we couldn’t get enough of each other. It was like his dick was designed for my pussy. It fit like a charm. Even though things were going. Unknown to herself, there was in her composition a strain of strong sensuality which had lain dormant under the quiet peacefully virtuous life of an English Miss that she had hitherto led; and it only wanted some fierce sexual stimulant to fan into flame the smoldering fires of her lust. This now had been supplied.She afterwards confessed to me that, when the sense of humiliation and the bitter regrets for her ravished virginity had died down, she found herself recalling certain moments in. ” “I’ll pick you up at eleven.” “Cool.” And that was it. I was going to have lunch with John. A man at least ten years my senior, about whom I knew virtually nothing. What on earth would we be able to talk about? Would he find me boring? All a bit scary. Next morning I was even more apprehensive. I spent a good hour deciding what to wear, eventually settling for something discrete, hopefully a little sophisticated. A plain white blouse, open just enough to show a little cleavage, and a knee. She had to pull on his hair to make him let go. He licked where hed bitten, then kept licking. Soon he was licking all over her tits and neck and face. He burrowed under her arms and lapped the sweat off her armpits. All the while he licked, he never stopped fucking. Alicia tingled wherever hed licked her. Her cunt throbbed, contracting around the boys prick each time it plunged in. She dug her fingernails into his back and her toenails into his ass. Screw me! she whimpered. Fuck me, oh God,.