We don’t have time for that. We both need relief. We kissed for a moment or two, and then she whispered, “Have you ever tried a sixty-nine?”I wh...spered back, “Not with a hot, sexy woman, or even with a slut like you! Let’s go for it!”She giggled and countered, “Look who’s talking! Nobody at the office saw my tits today!”There was no more talking after that. Not for a while. She put me on my back, turned around and began licking her way down my body. As she moved I raised my head and licked and. I asked her why her cherry was popped and she responded it happened once when she was playing soccer. So relieved from having to deal with blood I move on with the finger fucking. She was extremely tight and warm. I also seemed to be pleasuring her pretty well because I was getting great encouragement from her. I broke the kiss and pulled my fingers out, and she asked what I was doing and I simply responded saying just wait. I moved down and looked at her beautiful vagina. It was the finest. Her stance was carefully considered, acquired through years of training, and she took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and pulled the trigger slowly on the exhale, sending the chambered round downrange to pierce the heart of the innocent piece of paper hanging from its metal clip. One, two, three, four, each rhythmic round relaxing her body and mind. The slide racked back and stayed there, indicating an empty magazine. She went to pick up the second magazine from the bench, but as her hand. It’s a fantastic view, but a bit cold for star-gazing, don’t you think? Especially without much… without a coat.’ ‘I suppose so,’ Caitlin replied, suddenly self-conscious of her tiny top and the thinness of the fabric. ‘It seemed a sensible outfit, downstairs! It was hot, with all those people.’ ‘But you’re cold now, right?’ He was looking into her eyes, but as he said it he moved his eyes slowly, deliberately, down to her chest, where her pinched hard nipples showed clearly through the blouse..