I buried my face in her cunt and licked as hard and as fast as I could. I was exploring her folds and virginal hole trying to memorize ever facet of h...r sex.Elaine put her hands on the back of my head and tried to direct me to where it felt good. I went along with her this first time do I could discover what felt the best to her so that next time I could do better. I was certainly going to do this again, just as often as she would let me.Her moans indicated that she was getting close so I tried. ' Removing my hand briskly, but casually I also broke the kiss and whispered, "Waiter."Gerry turned just as the waiter approached and handed us two menus and asked, "May I get you lovebirds something to drink?"We snickered softly at the thought before I ordered a Miller Lite and Gerry asked for soda water with lime. "I'll get your drinks and be back in a few minutes for your food order," the waiter uttered before moving away.This time it was Gerry that moved in on me. He pressed his face into. As he continued the action that nature had dictated since a time long forgotten, Steve could feel her tightness forcing the blood back up his invading shaft, an unusual, yet not unpleasant feeling. He pulled back, and thrust forward, the rocking, sawing motion stretching and widening her love grotto. Inch by inch, he gained her innermost flesh, until finally he felt his cock-head bump against her rubbery cervix. He was finally home. Andrea heaved and thrashed against him, attempting to drive. Dale Bridgeport was an eminent neurosurgeon and twenty four years Natasha's senior.Now in his early forties, Dr Bridgeport still rated second glances from women. He had retained the build which had made him an outstanding quarterback in his college years —a tall erect figure with big, broad shoulders and muscular arms. Even nowadays he has a trick of squaring his shoulders when ready to do something difficult or make a decision—as if readying instinctively the charge of a red-dogging tackle..