Every part of my body was trembling as the walls of my pussy contracted. That tongue on my sensitive clit hadn’t slowed its pressure or its pace. It...made me writhe, jump, and cry out with every lick. All I could hear was my own laboured breath. My heart was still racing, and my pussy still tight and very wet with my juices. I’m sure it was Luke between my legs because of the way that tongue was working me over. The clit-licking stopped just as I started to feel that familiar tightening. Was he. “Are you John?”“Yes. Who wants to know?”“Pleased to meet you John. My name’s Annabelle.” says the striking young woman, holding out her hand, “I’ve come to keep you company on your birthday.” she adds, stepping inside his porch, without waiting for the invite…------------------------Its just gone 9pm and I can barely contain my excitement, as I hook up my pc. After a couple of minutes I’m met with a grainy picture of my parents empty bedroom and the anticipation mounts…However, as the seconds. At one point I felt her grabbing at my balls trying to gain an advantage while she maintained the pressure at the other end, thank god I learned about the tongue breathing technique as I the more pressure she forced back on me the more I was able to accommodate it, her hairs tickling my face but my tongue forced deep inside her young hole.She started to gyrate on my face as she tried to get a better hold but I managed to hang in there and at one point she cried out as my tongue must have. Andbesides why can't we experiment a little if we both feel that way. Imean I know you haven't had much experience in any of this stuff andI'm kind of new at it myself so this is like a good opportunity for usboth. And I plan to take advantage of it. And you don't really havemuch of a choice so why don't you just relax and go with the flow."I was a bit stunned by his comments. Maybe he was right. Maybe I reallydid like him. I mean all the girls thought he was really cute and I hadto admit that.