As I scoop your leaking cream from your thighs, leaving a thin trail of saliva, I hear you mean through a giggle, as my tongue tickles you, excites yo..., you're so close to cumming already that this is going to be a challenge trying to keep you on the edge of an orgasm. Having caught as much of the escaped cum as possible, I flick my tongue along your inner lips, tasting your fresh arousal as you're paralyzed through a guttural moan, your legs twitching uncontrollably. Keeping you balanced on. I decided that I should fully explain just why I torture myself like I do, so I explained to her. “I try to picture you in your underwear and I wonder if I have seen you in it,” I smiled. “You haven’t,” Sara smiled, “All of my lingerie is about nine months old, so you have not seen any of it on me.” I went on to explain that I fantasize about what her tits look like, what her nipples look like, what her ass looks like, what her pussy looks like and how I love to conjure pictures of her body. " I said, trying to make it seem normal. Then I kissed her on her neck. She always smelled so good after a shower.She didn't seem to feel the kiss. "This was really bad. I almost asked you in to see the pictures in his spare bedroom." Oh?" I asked. This wasn't the first time she'd walked into the mouth of the beast, and shown him the errors of his ways. I was just the backup. I'd never had to use a gun, and hoped I never would."He had pictures on the wall. Bad pictures. The things he did to. Had it not been for Jessie's willingness to live up to my fantasy, my sex life would have looked much different over the course of the next few years. Since then, I had the confidence that led to incredible experiences with other women, including multiple gangbangs with a young lady friend of mine, two threesomes with a mature woman who had once been my boss at work and even one incredible night where I fucked two sisters back-to-back. Even out of all that debauchery, though, my first threesome.