I try to return to my book, but my mind is elsewhere, following the sound of The Angel as she moves between the stacks, then I realise I haven't heard...her for a couple of minutes, she was in the travel section and now there is just silence, the sort of silence that is impossible to ignore.In an instant I'm back in my parents garden, the scent of roses my mother held for me to sniff, their soft, velvety petals brushing my nose and cheek transporting me there in a flash; and I know she is behind. He kisses you again, but this time a little harder, pressing his lips firmly against yours. His hand finds its way down to your thigh and squeezes, by now you’re just dying for him to take you, you want him so badly, and he wants you more. You look down, and see the bulge in his pants, you want to see the monster free, and so you decide to get him even more excited. You grab his crotch, your actions are rewarded with a pleasurable moan from him, his hand slides a little higher up your thigh in. Jake started running the tip of his tongue deeper between her lips, and tasted her flowing juices. Despite the smell, they tasted surprisingly good. He started working his way up to her clit, not touching the clit, but circling it with his tongue.“Flick it Jake. This is now your job. Do it like you mean it.”Jake was in a sexual trance now. His tongue flickered Michelle’s growing clitorous. She was panting, and he was hardening as well, but he couldn’t tear himself away from his task.Now. But Barry knew he really had her now, and-he returned to her hot twat. Directly in front of his eyes, her clitoris was clearly visible, aroused by his tonguing. She was moaning on his prick as only a girl getting her gash tongued can moan, Barry now sucking that cunt eagerly. Her entire body jerked and trembled. The pulsing of his thick meat in her mouth on1y made her grind her sopping-wet cunt tighter against his lapping tongue.Barry’s wet tongue smeared ever her wet cunt-flesh until it.