Amanda was dressed much like she was the night of the dance. She was wearing a tight skirt that hit her just above the knees and showed off her ample ...ss. Her blouse was looser fitting, jutting out over her over-sized tits and then hanging loosely to just below her waist. She wore a pair of black pumps and her bare legs were well tanned and shaped well by her heels. Her nails were immaculately polished and she was wearing a reasonable amount of makeup - nothing garish, but still obvious, and. I guessed it was only fair that I returned the compliment. I kissed and licked down over her tight belly. At her black thatch my nose twitched, both at the tickle on my upper lip and the musky odour, mixed with jasmine."Go direct," Laura gasped. My finger was doing an effective job. So, under her urging, I slid my finger back into her warm depths, and my tongue replaced it.It wasn't bad at all. Like dipping into a bowl of cream. My tongue being more sensitive than my finger I found I was able. Not just that, I can’t imagine not at least telling her what type of story I was writing, even if I omit the details about the tentacles and focus on my cool back story. Then again I’ve seen another man cum in her, felt it warm and wet as I pushed inside of her. I remember how much dripped down when she stood, not sure what belonged to her husband.I guess when I put it that way, it seems so silly to hide that piss drinking scene. She’s happy to indulge if I lay down in the tub. And on the. Most of her breast was exposed, front, side, top, and bottom. Even though there was actually no support to them, they did not sag. They wiggled from side to side when she walked, but they still pointed up and out.The bottom part was a little bigger, not quite so revealing, but likewise attached with tiny blue twine. When I saw her turn around, I realized that it was a thong, not a bikini bottom. There was no back part covering her butt. I was really surprised that her mother would even let her.