I got down on my knees and began to kiss her legs working my way up slowly from until my nose was brushing against her pussy. I began to kiss and lick...her clit. She lifted her legs and put them over my shoulders as she lay there. She placed her hands on my head and began to grip my hair. Her pussy was amazing. She kept her bush trimmed and I could taste her juices flowing she was so wet. she was moaning and said “Its been years since I’ve been touched like this. Fuck me.” That one sentence. Add in biological and cultural quirks and this Alternate Sex Culture could get even stranger.So let's make one, shall we?Every Alternate Sex Culture has to have one feature in common. Just one:1) Vaginal intercourse, while still required for reproduction, is no longer considered the primary "sex" act. It might be considered niche or ignored entirely.Beyond that, there's a lot of possibilities! Specify your culture with these tags for convenience:Act: Which act is the new "fucking?" It could be. And she'll work in a lingerie shop. And be nineteen and married." You sit over there ... on the settee," she interrupts. "And you can take notes; I'll hold each set up and describe it for you." She'll be very bad," I say as I sit. "My story Angie I mean." But I'm a good girl." It'll probably be a Loving Wives category story." Yuck! I don't like those ones. You're not going to make me sleep with someone besides my husband are you?" Yes." Who?"I don't answer her question, instead I say, "Hold. The woman stopped and gazed up with her right hand shielding her eyes from the sun. She was tall with long, luscious black curly hair down to her waist, and a beautiful womanly body covered over by a yellow sundress. The corners of her plump lips in red lipstick turned up into a smile. "Morning," she replied. "Bit of a scorcher today, isn't it?" I said, making conversation.She threw her head back and laughed. "Everyday here is a scorcher, you do not know that yet, Englishman?" she said."I'm.