Yes. Can you meet me at the Sand Dune Restaurant, by the motel, George?"You have no idea how much pleasure I found in that answer. I felt it from my t...es all along my legs to my cock, and up through my chest until I was a jiggling mass of eager nerve endings. I couldn't believe how it affected me.[And if you ever asked me, I wouldn't admit it either.]We met at the Restaurant for dinner, even though I had pleaded that she come to the motel first. But that was OK, I could stand a little food for. I went down her navel and kissed it and licked it. She let out a moan aaahhhh. And I kept my Hand on her thigh and started tickling it and she was moaning. Please don’t tease me Sri. Start with the action. And I started removing her shorts and saw her panty red colored which increased my lust on watching her and kissed on her pussy area and pressed my hand heavily on her pussy.She moaned like hell. Aaahhhhh noo no plz lick it u fucker. Plz lick it. Aahhh. And I started kissing on her panty and. ’ As if I simply saw no alternative but to obey, I knelt in front of her. She lifted up her black leather mini skirt and I saw that she was wearing only the flimsiest of thongs under it. She pulled it to one side revealing the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen, completely bare, with the most exquisite, puffy pink lips. ‘Kiss me. Kiss my pussy. Use your tongue on me and make me cum. Right here, right now. Fuck me with your tongue and don’t stop until my knees buckle under me.’ Oh God. How. Even though I asked them, at that moment they didn’t explain too much about the reason of it. “It’s not like it used to be.” “These things happen sometimes.” And similar answers.That same afternoon I went to visit my dad’s new apartment. It’s a small studio but very clean and organized, because my father is very strict with cleaning.We were there talking for a bit about stuff, and at one point he confessed the real reason of his divorce: my mum cheated on him with a guy a few years older than.