I flicked my toung over it and she practically screamed with pleasure.I continued to lick her ass hole and I could tell that with every lick she was g...tting closer to having another orgasm. Suddenly I drilled my toung into her tender but flesh and at the same time began to flick and rub her clit with my left fingers. Helen didn’t seem to know which way to move, eather direction she moved her body I was sending pleasurable sensations coursing through her body.“Ugh Ugh Ugh UGH UGH UGH UGH UGH”. Guccis or something. She had money or knew people with money. The background was a nice looking backyard, and she was lying down in some landscaped rocks beside a blue pool.Thankfully, there's Google and Facebook, and this chick, beside not being able to write a 2 page fuck story, gave me her real name. I copy pasted Brooke Anne Jackson into the search bar and presto, my chocolate cupcake bunny piece of mutton showed up. She was in college, Purdue from what the banner hanging in the wall said.. She told him how much she enjoyed last night."When will your parents be home?" she asked himI don't know," he told her, "they flew up to the mountains for the weekend. They may be gone another night, they did last time." I see," Sharon said, "Chrissie's visiting her friends this afternoon. I don't suppose..."Pausing to sigh, she asked,"I don't suppose we could meet for coffee? Say, downtown at the Bistro?" Sure," he told her.The café was crowded with the remnants of Saturday's night. Nicky arrived accompanied by a beautiful woman. Tall, long raven curly hair, naturally dark skin without a blemish and built like a model. It took some control for me not to stare at her. Following introductions we sat on a veranda drinking cold beer as the day was hot and windy. Sarah, our new friend was sitting opposite Jacqui and the wind was playing with the hem of her short white summer dress. Her long legs were driving me crazy. Our dark sunglasses were giving us an advantage of freedom.