Her company had a party because they had a good month. Sara said that her department has worked hard long hours. She came walking in the back yard I'm...sitting on the patio. She had her shoes in one hand and her bra in the other. Her skirt was twisted to the side. Her hair was messed up. I could tell she was dancing tonight. I could see her freshly painted toe nails through the the hole in her pantyhose. They were painted red her favorite color. I can see that she has matched panties and bra. I pressed her and she admitted I was too fast, and she didnot have an orgasm. I was devastated but she told me not to worry. nexttime would be different. The next week we went out and after gettingback to her place, she sat me down and explained that for her, vaginalsex was not as stimulating as having her clitoris stimulated. She thenasked it I would mind licking her to orgasm before I entered her. I saidof course and form that moment on it was my mouth that got her off. Itgot to be a routine.. ’ His eyes widened, but he put the glasses on without hesitation. I sat back, still kneeling in front of him, and stared at him. His body was pale and trim, slim like a gymnast, with a flat stomach stretching down to toned legs. I met his eyes and saw him looking nervously at me. ‘I cannot get over you.’ ‘What, this old thing?’ he joked. I gave him serious eyes and leaned in to trail my mouth up his legs, licking softly. ‘I cannot get over these strong legs…’ up to his hips, where I kissed the. She was a stunning brunette with shoulder length hair, long legs, and a radiant smile. She wore a standard white long sleeved blouse that was perhaps a bit too tight. It was accompanied by a black knee length skirt and three inch heels. She placed the martinis before Ed and Steve. “Shall I bring you menus, or would you like to wait at bit?” she inquired.Ed sipped his drink. “Please give us a few minutes.” he said.Leslie withdrew.As soon as Ed finished his martini, Leslie reappeared. “Would you.