When I was as far into her mouth as I could go without violating her throat, I placed my hand on the nape of her neck. Her braids had nearly all falle... out and her hair was soft as it wound around my fingers. I caressed her neck with loving tenderness as she ascended for her next stroke. She moved slowly as if relishing the way I felt in her mouth. She started working her mouth up and down my penis with slow deliberate strokes, at the top of each her tongue lashed around my head. She dragged. Since she had been rubbing against him in a very lewd manner on the dance-floor, Sam thought that she was just the sort of girl that he hoped. But when she asked him, he stammered."Err... I didn't mean... that is..."But Carla gave him a wink."That's okay," she said. "I am that kind of girl."So back to his hotel they drove.Sam went through the motions of pouring them drinks, but they didn't bother to drink them. He sat beside her and, soon enough, the glasses were on the floor and they were in a. The warmth of his hands, his pressure, movement, contributed to that lazy relaxation she sank deeper in bed. Then his touch to her buttock, spreading them gently, she relaxed even further from his kisses. Suddenly she felt his tongue there! Sheer excitement caused her to rear up, gasping in surprise and total delight. Yes, he actually cared for her. He left a damp trail down her leg as he explored her knee and firm calf. Turning her over, he worked his way up the other leg, stopping only. There was a brief silence and then she called to me. When I walked into the room she was peeking around the edge of the closet door. She pointed to the bed."Sweetheart, be a dear and bring that to me please?"There was a brassiere laying there. I remember it being a white satin one, one of those new push-up styles. Instantly my mind flew back to that day when we made the bed together. I pictured her pulling this bra up over her breasts, filling it with the part of her body I had always wanted so.