”“OK.” Danni was starting to breathe a little heavier and that was a good thing in my estimation. “By down there you mean in your panties?”�...�Yes.” Danni blushed. “So you mean your pussy itches?”“Yes.” Her blush deepened.“When you are with me you can say anything you want. So go ahead and say it. When I feel slutty my pussy itches and it wants to be touched.”“When I feel slutty my pussy itches and it wants to be touched.” Danni stammered out the reply, but even with the stammering it still was. I took one of his balls in my mouth and sucked it a bit than I took the other one in and sucked it and teased it as well. When I sensed he was ready for more I slowly lifted his legs up and began to tongue his ass. I slowly worked my tongue over his asshole and gently eased my tongue into him tasting his musky hole.I tonguefucked him for a good five minute slowly swirling my tongue and fucking him as deep as I could with it. When he was wet and loose enough I pulled my tongue of him and lifted. She wondered what it would be like to touch him, to feel him and to taste him. He occupied her mind and her soul, she ached for him and yet she couldn't understand why. Monnie left work and sat in her car, her hand reached for her handbag and opening it she took out the crumpled piece of paper. She held it in the palm of her hand, dare she call him? Maybe a text? Her heart raced, feeling like a schoolgirl she straightened out the piece of paper. She knew she couldn't talk to him, she wouldn't. He would often make cheesy comments like "your wife is so hot and attractive", "best legs I have seen ever" and "I'm the luckiest guy" blah blah blah.I kept whispering to her that he found her attractive but she just seemed to keep to herself.Every time I noticed this guy, he was checking out her legs, cleavage and doing anything he could to look up her short skirt. There was still no shortage of slightly perverted comments in an attempt to woo her.He would even try to politely brush up.