He knew she was good. She rumpled her hair again, unknotted the tails of her shirt and unbuttoned from the bottom up, pausing prior to each new unfast...ning. Before shedding the garment she paused and looked around to Mallory. “You okay, sweetheart?” Jared was looking too, adding a challenge to his stare. She could see the realization dawn in Mallory’s eyes, almost hear the words. Oh god, oh god they’re going to fuck. Right now. Right in front of me … “Still wanna leave?” Jared asked. His eyes. Miriam was having lunch with Julie at La Madeline's, a little French bakery and restaurant downtown, when Julie broached the subject of the Ladies Group's next trip."Miriam," her friend said after a wonderful lunch of a small salad and a warm French baguette with melted cheese, "One of the gals in the group suggested that we go 'Heading South' for this year's summer trip. There's a nice little resort at Jamaica's Rio Ochos that specifically caters to white American women. She has already booked. Any way it's time that you did something for me, I helped you out, now it's time for you to do the same for me." So what do I do?" I asked unsure of how I could help her in the same way she helped me."Well what I want you to do is to bend down, put you head between my legs and lick my pussy, trying to get your tongue as deep inside me as you can."With that I bent down in front of her, stuck my tongue out and moved towards her pussy. Once my tongue came into contact with her pussy I began to. Like i said, the weather was terribly hot, therefore i was wearing a micro-mini short which was showing of my curves in a very revealing way. It was almost 4.00 pm when the doorbell rang. I was expecting the same guy in his late 40s' who fixed it last summer but this time to my surprise, it was a young, dark stud standing on my porch! ''Oh it's terrible outside'' i said, welcoming the repairman in; ''Can I get you a glass of cold orange juice?'' He nodded his head. I knew he was staring at my.