I felt uncomfortable.Caroline had light blond wavy hair that fell to her shoulders. She was busty -- I guessed a DD or maybe even an E. She had a soft...provincial accent and laughed quietly but frequently. She was wearing a tight, pale blue jersey dress that, like my aunt's, hugged her hips and belly. But although she was bustier and curvier, with wider hips and a slightly plumper stomach than my aunt, she was not much bigger overall, and she was by o means overweight.As I looked closer I. Now I was perfect.Quickly I went down to the kitchen and collected the bag of emptybottles and let myself out the front door and onto the street. A glanceup and down showed nobody: just a few parked cars and a wandering blackcat, so off I went. The clacking of my heels echoed off the walls andthe early morning sun shone on my back, but it was not warm enough toprevent the drifts of cold air reaching up my skirt to above mystocking tops. Each step sent a chill which mixed with the slightelectric. I tried to pull her panties with my teeth. My lips were rubbing against her trimmed bush at that time. So was my nose.But trust me guys, it’s kinda hard to remove it like that. So i just took it off. . Then i took her clit and slowly nibble it.Selma: payye payye cheyada (means go slower)Then i kept my tongue flat on her pussy. Kept it there for some time and then licked it the whole length. Up and down. Slurrrppppp. . . . . .Ummmmhhh. .Then all of a sudden without a warning i stuck my tongue. Harry's finger poked deeper into her ass crack to seal the deal. She could feel his fingers now on her throbbing pucker hole. Sue knew she needed it bad ... right now. But this was not the time or the place.She turned to the next in line, ignoring the pulsating waves of desire welling up inside her wet pussy. She felt her vaginal lips open slightly as her liquid pussy juice dampened her cotton lined pantyhose. When she followed Tom out the front door, she has to walk almost pigeon-toed to keep.