Feeling you breath get harder. I slowly run it over your wet lips. You tense up, as I run it further down. Lightly placing it over your anus, you let ...ut a gasp. I smile, as I continue to tease you. “OH GOD!!!give it to me.” You beg “Mmmmm, Not just yet, I'm guna pleasure you in ways you never been before” Then, I slowly run it down your thigh, then slowly back up, then down the other one. I kiss your clit lightly, just enough to make you flinch with pleasure. Then flick my tongue across it and. "Mr. Heyward?" inquired an urbane voice when I picked up. Very little accent, I was surprised to note."I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong number, my name isn't Heyward," I said. I knew I was only stalling, but let him think I was a bit dim."Ah?" said the voice. "Your wife says otherwise. Then again, the manner in which I framed the question to her might encourage her to say thus."Jesus Christ. What had he done?He was still talking:"If you are not Jack Heyward it is ... unfortunate. However,. To give him a minute to speak. “I was just”, he began but stopped. Was it her expression? His hesitance was welcome. She had no time or inclination for small talk. “Just what?” She replied. Already turning to go.She carried on walking slowly, showing his company was welcome on this level and not much more. But then her head told her to say something. “Come down here with me”. She took his warm hand and led him down one of the many dark, and secluded, alleyways.She stopped and put her back to. "Do you want to fail the twelfth grade? 'Cause that's what's going to happen, you know." Listen, Honey," I said, drawing my wife's attention. "She's eighteen. I mean, remember back when we were her age and some of the crazy things we did? She just made a little mistake, that's all." What we did back then isn't the issue here!" Meadow squawked. "And you're not helping by defending her actions. If she fails, she'll have to repeat the grade. Do you want that?" Well, of course not," I replied while.