She tastes delicious. My movements become more deliberate and less tentative. I slide my tongue through her with confidence, ever teasing the bottom o... her clit, but not quite reaching it. I’m listening for her while I’m savoring her flavor, listening for the crack in her defenses. A gasp, a whimper, and then…a moan. Muffled; she tried to hide it in the pillow, but it escaped her virgin mouth nonetheless. I reward her for her unwilling tenor of approval. My tongue reaches the engorged bump of. I called Linda then and told her I would be a bit late. I was about to try calling him again, when he knocked on the front door. I let him in and told him to call Holly as I went to pick up Linda.The month before I had mentioned how sexy I thought she was in a sweater dress, so she had bought several more. Today she had on her hunter green one that hugged her body in awesome ways. After giving my sweetie a kiss we drove over to my house. We walked in the front door, and Holly and Keith were. She knew this type of torture only made John’s cock throb harder.She looked down at him and uttered, “Do you want to see more, baby?”John replied, “Move down a little lower honey, and see for yourself. Oh fuck you’re so hot. I want to kiss your pussy lips and taste the sweet nectar inside!”As Deana moved further downward she began pouring the brandy drop by drop on her nipples, making them tingle with desire. Oh God, her scent was intoxicating. His lips kissed her inner thighs as his tongue. It was thus that lunch became an exercise in excess and hedonism. A boneless, skinless chicken breast — to his mind the most tasteless way to consume the ubiquitous bird — was locked in a shell of plastic film and submerged in a swirling water bath, having reached (via the magic of an immersion circulator) its ideal internal temperature. Sous vide was the only reliable way to coax proper texture and doneness from the otherwise frequently dry, too-often flavorless cut, though it was about to.