I looked across the table at Gosia. The flush across her chest had not diminished and her nipples were pushing hard against the material of her vest, ...ike two hard little hazelnuts.“You two are terrible, you’re both making me horny again, and she tweaked her left nipple through the vest, her face contorting in obvious pleasure.“Go on Gosia, what happened next”? I said.“Having tasted her juice, I just couldn’t resist it. I spread her legs wide and started to lick her pussy, it was so sweet, like. She still vividly remembered just a few short days ago when she told him, "Kiss me!" and how badly she wanted him inside of her. She remembered the shock when her sheath opened for the first time in her life and their bodies became one.That shock was followed by the wonderful surge within her. She smiled as she remembered the pleasure that spread from deep in the pit of her stomach. The pleasure that slowly wrapped itself around her like a soft velvet blanket, totally enveloping her.She. "We talked for some time about them, whilst we returned to the living room, and I poured us a couple of glasses of wine. We talked about how they had been through our original divorce and how they were now as their lives changed yet again. I used it as an excuse to argue that she should take them and go and live with Ralph. I don't think she was opposed to the idea, but was reluctant. I asked why?She looked at me, "Because I hoped..." And the look in her eyes told me what she hoped for."No. You. Every Friday night my dad would go bowling, and every Friday night from the time I was thirteen I would sneak off somewhere, so that we could make out. But once I turned 18, everything changed. One Friday we were coming back from my Uncle Dale’s house, and my parents had put a mattress in the back of their pickup to sl**p on while we were at Dale’s. The mattress fit in the truckbed perfectly. And fortunately for me, they left it in the truck when we all went to the bowling alley. I was nervous.