Henry’s tongue slithered itself along the moist lace of Penelope’s blue panties. His tongue found the space where each of her pussy lips met, soft...and plump around her tight hole. He pushed his tongue hard against this area, desperately trying to plunge it into her hole through the annoying fabric. He decided to move on, rolling his tongue upwards until he felt a little nub protruding from her delicate flower. Henry tapped his wet tongue against Penelope’s clit, increasing his speed after each. She slid down the couch as I worked my way up, touching and feeling her glorious feet and legs. Her feet were now in my lap rubbing against the growing bulge in my sweat pants. It was so erotic, so sexy. Barbara's legs shining from the glow of the stark light of the TV in the dark room. I felt nervous and brave at the same time. I’d fantasized about this very moment for years practically since puberty. And, now her legs were in my hands. I could feel her feet rubbing over me, as my hands. He was starting to look forward to that.He received a phone call from Debbie on Tuesday afternoon. She said that her daughter had another sleepover because of a test they were studying for and Debbie wanted to stop by his house with some takeout. Brian told Debbie that he unfortunately had a commitment that he couldn’t break but maybe they could do the ‘takeout’ on a different date. She told him she would keep that in mind.Dinner at Arlene’s was its usual top shelf. A small filet with a large. When we ordered, though, Jenny said, "Tim, how about some wine? One glass won't hurt, and if you have two, we'll let Kim drive."Kim stuck her bottom lip out, faking a pout. "Being underage SUCKS!" Then when Jenny looked at her outburst, Kim turned to me with a horribly exaggerated, theatrical wink. It's a good thing I wasn't drinking, because I would have sprayed liquid through my nose."Oh, you little THING!" Jenny retorted.We had wine. A couple of glasses, talking about work and school and the.