’ Miss Simpson swayed her naked arse from side to side, until Mabel fingers slipped up into her hot cunt. It was very hot, and was dripping wet, and...her fingers entered it easily. Miss Simpson gasped, and pushed her cunt back onto Mabel’s hand swallowing her fingers even deeper. The woman ran her hand up the inside of Mabel’s leg, until her fingers brushed her crotch. Her leotard was soaking wet by now, and the touch of Miss Simpson’s hand made her gasp in pleasure, and rub her hot wet cunt. "Yes, the party."I responded with a blank stare."Dave, tell me you didn't forget her birthday."It clicked in my head. September 19th! I almost forgot tomorrow is mydaughter's birthday."No! Of course not. I just forgot about the party. Now I remember."She stared cautiously at me."Dave...you know her birthday is today? Did you tell her Happy Birthdaybefore you left this morning? Or at all for that matter?"Shit. I'm in trouble.I stood up, leaving the second half of my meal on the table and. I can’t believe anyone could get pleasured like this and then just leave you hanging. Don’t worry, though; I’m not going to let that ever happen again, baby.You’re working me into a frenzy. You clearly know what you’re doing, giving me your tongue slowly then quickly, dancing across then circling, barely touching then firmly. You give a slow, broad lick up my slit and across my clit and then leave me with no contact at all but your hands pinning my legs in position. I open my eyes and look down. I started kiss her neck and worked my down her chest onto her nipples. I kept the pressure on with my fingers and knew it was working as her legs started to become spread wider apart for me to insert my fingers deeper. I wanted to test her tolerance to the pain factor so I started to bite her nipples and pinch her clitoris. I could tell straight away that her body was in conflict between pleasure and pain. But, I wasn’t going to let this go…I only increased the rhythm of my biting and fingers..