Her initial reluctance having faded she had now abandoned herself to me. Her sex was swollen, soaking wet and gaping … sensing that, my thumb joined...my fingers inside her and with little or no resistance I was able to gently ease my whole hand into her body. It’s now or never I thought and pushed at her opening with my tongue. I was surprised how easily I entered her most personal place and kept pushing till my tongue was fully embedded (it is often overlooked that the penis is not the only. Her name is Olga and wife of one of my friend.Her husband is a very rich jewellery.They are our friend since many years.Olga , 41 years old , 175 cm. tall and has black hair and beautiful face and white skin.Actually, she should be a model.She has long legs and very sexy hips.I'm a foot and leg fetishist ,I always stare at legs and feet.And Olga's feet and hands are always well-groomed.Her foot size almost 9 (41).She has always pink or red nail polish on her feet and hands.People stares at her. ”“Shit, Emma.” Jason muttered, unable to stop a small groan at the sensation of her small hand exploring the outline of his dick. “This isn’t exactly private.”“Why don’t you take me somewhere private then?” She giggled, taking a dancing step away from him and twitching the bottom of her skirt coyly.“See, you really are a bad influence.” Jason grinned. “That’s tomorrow - remember.”“Tomorrow.” Emma sighed theatrically. “That’s ages away.”“Tell me about it.” Jason agreed, unable to keep the happy. She wasn’t sure how long she slept, but knew that she had one of the best wet dreams she could ever remember. A substantial damp spot darkened the seat of her desk chair. She checked the remote and all it said was ‘Nocturnal Delight.’ She felt like she had been visited by some sort of angel with a rather large…blessing. While wrapped in his feathery wings, she surged with pleasure beneath him. Obviously her tired mind was running away while the squid took advantage. She snapped out of it.