She loved to tighten herself around my tongue as I darted it in and out of her. I licked her deeper and deeper, occasionally pausing to pour syrup ont... my tongue just so I could lick every drop of it out of her. After 20-30 thrusts, I let my tongue stay inside of her and lick her around in a circle. As she tightened, I would lick faster. When she expanded, I would lick her up and down and back and forth. When she would be still, rarely, I would suck on her lips aggressively. Then, I would go. ”You'd better let go or you'll get a hand full very soon.” I whispered into her ear and chuckled. “Well I don’t know, were pretty liberal in this household and I always do exactly what my parents tell me to do.” She then got a twinkle in her eye and quickly swiped her finger across the butter on her toast and returned her hand to my now raging wood. What with the warm butter, hot hand and her slowly increasing pace I felt the stirrings in my balls. With a sigh of contentment I held her. We. .“Jason!’ she smiled big and hugged him tightly. The beers had made her warm inside and finally relaxed.“I’m glad you came.”She couldn’t hear him and leaned forward, “What?”“I’m glad you came.”“What’s lame?”“No,” he wrapped his arm around her whispered into her ear. “I said, I’m glad you came.”His lips brushed gently against her ear and she felt a pull in her stomach and a stir between her legs. She touched his side and turned towards him to reply. Her breasts pressed into him and it caused her. What usually has happened over the years is my friend and I take the c***dren out with us and our husbands catch up a week or two later when they finish work .The same happened this year although the k**s are all grown up and go off and do there own thing now .It was one night when the k**s had all gone off to a local club for a big party night my friend and I had settled down with a few bottles of wine in the garden. Earlier in the day we had met two lads staying next door we had established.