I felt the familiar ooze of our combined juices running down the inside of my thigh. “Are you going to fall asleep on top of me?” I asked.“No.�... She kissed my cheek. “Not tonight.” She climbed off of me. I switched off the light, held her under my arm and she cuddled against me. “I will sleep easily tonight, though,” she said. “I always do after we make love.”I sat at the kitchen table with a ham and cheese sandwich and a bottle of Molson’s before me. Andrea approached carrying a tuna salad. Do you want to see in the back?” she asked.Marty nodded enthusiastically, so Mary opened the horizontally split backdoors. “Seriously! It reminds me of the vans that were called Shagger’s Wagons.”Mary chuckled. “Well, it’s my touring car. I love to take off and go where I like. This baby has dual alternators and four batteries in a compartment behind the bed to run everything. It’s even got an inverter, and I can plug into a van site. The fridge, lights, stereo, hot-water jug and my laptop can. I want you to touch me and suck me and lick me. I want you to be where no man has been before. I want your cock sliding into my pussy. I want you to be my first real lover.” As I spoke my desire so graphically, I closed the distance between us. I had wanted to reach out my hand to touch his cock as I said the words, I’d fantasised about doing exactly that, but I’d used all my courage to say the words and I just didn’t have enough for that last, bold step. I actually think it was that last look. "Lick," she encouraged. This time she tugged my painfully sensitive nipple, harder. I wanted to impress her. I wanted her to feel like she had no choice but to unlock me. So I licked as best as I could. Her flavor was different than the previous woman's. It was slightly bitter, but had an almost elegant and expensive taste. Like she had only ever worn panties laced with gold or something. This lady definitely came from money, or wealth or at least aspired to. As I pushed my tongue in and out of.