The first time I ran my tongue from her rosebud along her slit to her clit, she nearly knocked me out by slamming her legs back together several times...Her taste was fresh and sweet, nectar much too good for an old leech like me. It was a taste I will dream about for many years to come. Her skin was smooth and pink inside; her clitoris was still small, but very sensitive. I could get my tongue into her pussy hole all the way to her virgin barrier. Soon that would not be an issue.I continued to. The masks puzzle me. It’s not like I give a shit what they look like. I wonder for a moment if they know me, not likely, but then you never who you know sometimes. Perhaps Heels lives in the same street. A momentary distraction as I lick long and hard.The sheets, long since a mess before I was pushed back on them. My legs splayed, my knees pressing on the mattress, my heels poking skywards, a danger to low flying aircraft and someone’s eye. Now there is a new garden of delight before my eyes. A. Each day I would leave the office with my panties drenched, biting lip, forcing myself to hold in my moans and sighs. I would quickly walk to my car and get inside, catching my breath, before I quickly just rub my pussy to ease even the slightest amount of the tension. I dare not relieve myself entirely. I know I would scream for you if I let myself go completely. After weeks of your merciless teasing, of your endless stolen touches that drive me wild, you tell me its time. Are you ready. We’re flying this afternoon so we need to be at Heathrow for about 5.” “Where are we going?” “Wait and see.” She took my near-empty cup from me, placed it on the bedside table and patted her pussy. “Say thank you nicely.” I did. Dubai isn’t my first choice for a holiday but Babs had chosen wisely. It wasn’t too long a journey, the weather was pretty well perfect and the hotel was amazing. It was right on a long, white-sand beach with great restaurants and bars and even a drinks service on the.