Let’s not forget the view it gave me and the waiter, at the restaurant, when you “accidentally” dropped your napkin and then bent down to pick i... up. The teasing glimpse of pale breast against black lace had me instantly hard. I still am. As you walk through the front door I grab your wrist to stop you from turning on the lights. You go to speak but I lay a firm finger against your lips. An insistent finger, on the softest of lips, to let you know with a gesture that I am in control and you. Is she dripping wet in urgent need of release? Is she not wet at all and needing the proper time and attention to coax an orgasm out of her? I begin by just lightly licking the entire pussy. I explore lightly with my tongue, and savior her taste. I take a few very deep breaths to let her know I like what I have found—that simple act alone, letting her hear you breathing her in deeply and robustly, is a great way to set the stage. Then I pay attention to her clit. Does she have a huge clit that. As a case in point, she sat on the cross town bus, on her way home from the private high school her dad’s new job was paying for. School was great, the forty five minute bus ride every day was less so, especially when it was usually a completely silent and lonely journey, the most interaction you could reasonably expect was a scowl if you bumped into someone as you passed their seat.The bus was less busy today than usual, but through the music in her headphones Katie was half aware that there. The next couple of hours seemed to go by extremely slowly as I waited for dinner to be prepared.I could hear the pots and the pans banging in the kitchen below. My mom had always tried to make as much noise as possible when making dinner. Slowly, the smell of delicious food began to flood the room, making my mouth water and my stomach growl. As I basked in the wonderful ambience of dinner, I heard her come to the bottom of the staircase.“Dinner’s ready James,” she bellowed.In a flash, I jumped.