I couldn’t stop myself from looking down, but I recovered quickly, looking back into her eyes with what I was sure was surprise.Pulling my thumb fro... her mouth, she pressed that hand to her other breast and closed her eyes.I gently squeezed her. I couldn’t stop myself. She felt too good to simply hold and her insistence demanded I do more than stand there.She moaned, pressing my hands harder into her breasts. I honestly couldn’t believe that I was touching another woman in as many days. It was. "Well, do me a favor, and roll it around a bit in your head." I will, but I'm not promising anything." she said, trying to restore my confidence, without getting my hopes up. "Now let's get back to work, these fucking pizzas won't make themselves." We didn't have any conversations about what we talked about, for a few weeks. Until finally one day she told me, "I have been thinking about what you told me." What do you mean?" I aked her, half knowing what she was really going to say."About being. She stops and insists I lick her now soaking wet pussy. She opens her legs as wide as she can and lifts them in the air (Again to show the couple next door exactly what we are doing).I start to lick her pussy , every so often giving her clit a flick with the end of my tongue.She starts to moan and shouts out loudly " Are you sure you can see if not come get a better look "A couple of minutes later I heard a rustling sound outside the tent and poked my head out to have a look . There stood. Early on at UCLA, his roomie invited him to experience some of the big city and they made numerous trips to Hollywood. It was on one of these trips that James discovered the bdsm scene and he was hooked. ?Got her,? was all Janet needed to say.?Fuck hot,? was his reply.On the big university campus, it was lonely for many of the freshmen the first few months of their college experience. It was not uncommon to connect with people you knew in high school and so it was that Janet and James hung.