As I allow myself to feel, my brain almost can’t decide which is more pleasurable: the finger or the tongue. One is definitely in competition with t...e other. My eyes are closed, my breath is shallow. All words have stopped. At this point, I’m not sure I’m making any noise at all. Everything has ceased to exist except the pleasure I feel. The best part is trusting him so completely that I’m not thinking about pleasing him at all. I’m only concerned with feeling. Knowing that he is getting off on. I had finished her hair and she leaned back into my arms, I slipped my arms around her in a hug, she thanked me, she remained against me and we just sat there not talking, it was about ten minutes after when she asked what I thought about Tony, I didnt know what to say, Hes ok I guess she didnt say anything for another few minutes, then she said, You know we started going out while we were still at school Yeah, all my friends were jealous of him Really? After another pause she said almost in a. My fingers reach her cunt lips. I parted the lips with two fingers and inserted middle finger into the choot. It was dry but in no time I realized that the cunt hole started to get lubricated through her pussy juice. Now she started to show signs of restlessness. I immediately withdrew my hand in a fear of being caught red-handed and pretended to sleep.As the bed light was on, I could see her reaction. Didi sat up on the bed. Finding the string of pajama open, she did not react and got up to. I love the way they hang when I’m in this position; her nipples teasing my lips and mouth. Back and forth she drags them as she leans in closer. “I didn’t shave my arm pits this morning,” she said, stuffing her right one in my face.“Lick it,” she said, added, “Do you like it?” “Aaaah-hum,” I muffled, as I licked her stubbly half moon. My wife reiterated directly, “Lick it good, and pretend it’s my pussy.” The inside of her underarm was slobbery and wet as I jacked harder, reaching my.