"Perhaps we can try it out in the store," she said, making me laugh harder than before."I'm sorry about tonight," I said when we reached her house."It...s okay. I had a good time," Becky said."Thanks," I said, sarcastically."I didn't mean it was that good. It could have been better if things had worked out. I guess you'll have to write Alice another letter and tell her how it was when we finally got together."It was more than a suggestion. It was more than a request. Becky was ordering me to. I could feel her hand move it towards her lips as she blew softly down its side. She kissed the shaft little by little, while my tongue started to twirl around her clit. I could feel her back arch again as her lips opened and her teeth slid down the sides of my shaft. While I enjoy teeth, I will never cum from it. This was probably the reason why she loved to torture me with them. She never wants me to finish before her. Her tongue wrapped around me and began to play. I moaned onto her clit.. “I can’t,” she teased. “My boyfriend will be here.”“Every night?” I asked, picking up her tease.“Oh, yes,” she said, “not that we’ll be sleeping much. He’s insatiable.” We laughed, and kissed, and I left for my trip. When I returned home after a few days she picked me up at the airport. We kissed, and as we pulled away I told her I had missed her. Since the kids had moved out, we had sex more frequently, and I rubbed her leg, and asked her if she missed me. “I guess,” she said. “But I don’t. She forced her hands away from her breasts and down to that blue thong. Which was torn off immediately. There it was, her shaved perfect pussy. It looked damp, like she had been horny all night, and I could smell her sweet nectar already. Her left hand slid over the top of her pussy and found her engorged clit. She gently drew small circles over her sweet spot and her head flew back with her mouth open and eyes closed. She was in heaven. I watched as her fingers applied more and more pressure.