"You like that baby?" he asked bringing his lips to her neck, nipping playfully at the flesh as he slowly fingered her.Natasha slowly opened her eyes ...s she lifted her hips towards his thrusting finger. "Oh yes, your finger feels so good inside me." Tom continued to nip at her neck as he slid a second finger inside her to meet the first. Tom blew a breath out of her mouth roughly as she felt his two fingers moving inside her body. "Oh fuck..." she whispered as he moved his fingers faster inside. She slid off the couch onto the floor, and started to play with my pussy lips, tracing the edge with her fingers. She worked her fingers in a little deeper, but she avoided my clit. It was driving me crazy. When it got to a point where I didn't think I could take it any more she leaned down and started to tongue my slick pussy. She started with my hole and slowly worked her way up to my clit. She used her fingers to spread my lips wide open as she worked her tongue up and down over the. I was a little surprised when he stopped and said hello. He must have seen my surprise because he explained that he lived just above Emma's and mine favorite picnic spot."It's almost as if I know you. I've seen you come up here regularly for two months now." Yes. My wife and I just love it here." Me two. I've lived here all my life. Over there," he pointed uphill towards a rather rundown farmhouse. "Yes, it's a little run down... I'm too old to keep it up, or even to take care of it as it. As I get older now I've spent the better part of my life not repressing myself, using the gifts I've been given to satisfy my sexual partners with no guilt or shame and I am proud of finally being able to write about memories and as I create them now too. My last story I wrote late yesterday and it was about the most perfect ass any woman can possess, surely there are and have been equals, but none better. When I am out and about I am always looking for what could turn into future possibilities.