I’m even surprised to feel the rough area of your g-spot as I lap at you as well. You can’t control your hips and I have to hold you down to kee... my tongue inside you. I let go of your legs, and pull my tongue out of your sweet pussy. I lick at your wet lips, trying to lap up more juices before sucking your clit back into my mouth. You start pulling my hair, trying to get me to come up and kiss you, telling me that you want to suck my hard cock as I eat your pussy. I ignore you. Right. I wish I could do those sorts of things back home in London. Too cold most of the time though, and no husband or steady man in my life to do it with any way.”By now a definite frisson had developed between the three of them, even though Ron had not contributed much to the conversation, he felt he was definitely a part of the group of three at the table.“Ever tried good Australian champagne, Zena?” Ron smiled, at the same time sending tacit signals to Carmen.“What do you call good? I thought. I pulled the panty into place and looked my legs over front and back. I had a raging boner. I loved how the pantyhose looked, especially with their shimmery nylon legs. I figured she must have worn them once, snagged them and considered them a loss. I went to my Mom’s bedroom and took a bottle of clear nail polish. In my room, I painted where the snags were in the pantyhose. The nail polish did it’s the job. The pantyhose did eventually run but not where those snags were. Approximately three. We became fast friends. We hung out together a lot. He came around like the rest of the guys. We spent Christmas together. He had this tiny little tree. The two of us made dinner. It was nice.On New Year's Eve night I said yes to him and he told me that we could go as slow as I wanted.Naked; I lay back on his soft, comfortable, and yet unfamiliar bed. I felt a lot of different things as he came down between my thighs. I loved everything about the way that he smelled, felt, and tasted.His.