”“We have a guest,” I repeated.“She might as well know what she’s flirting with. I saw her watching you in the kitchen. Maybe she needs it.�...�“Do you know what you’re flirting with?” I asked.“I don’t know what I’ll think later, but right now I think you fucking a lifelong memory into her sounds like a really good idea.”I looked in her eyes. I loved this woman and she knew it but my blood was about to boil over. I wasn’t quite gone yet though. “Give me your panties.”Melissa smiled and without. So close.A tingling, a letting go, anticipation.The beautiful man. Beautiful and full of need. Searching eyes, nervous laughter, limbs that cannot stop twitching.Drawn to her: the ideal, the archetype, the femme fatale, the goddess. Again and again, searching for perfection.A senseless desire to merge. Everything else a distraction: ambition, career, family, relationships, goals, tomorrow. No, just this.All she wants -- the sole thing -- is to have him in her mouth. To touch. To taste. To hear. " she began to moan. "Oh... Oh... Ooo--oohh..." Her head moved from side to side, a smile rising upon her face, then forcibly removed, and then back again and bigger than before. My unkle then began masterbating himself, as if he hadn't the patiance now to deflower her, but stopped himslf still. He then began rubbing her thighs foribly, and moved his head in. He began performing cunninlingus on her! Her smile grew wilder, and her moans more frequent. "Yes," she chanted at last. "Yes." Her hands. I could feel her warm body in my hands. I got low on my knees and begin to put my face deep in her sweet wet Pussy. As I ate her, my hands went underneath her top and I cupped her big boobs. As I stood up behind her I kissed her neck, and gripped and tied her hair up, her hands behind her, she begin to rub my legs. I could tell she was ready for my big shlong to work her. I sat on the couch and picked her up so she was resting on my chest and dick. I took a moment to absorb her natural beauty.