She placed her hands on the top of my head and pushed it away from her, breaking the kiss and forcing it lower.Robot-like I latched onto one of her ni...ples. It was already stiff and in the magic of the moment, I imagined it faintly tasted of baby milk. I sucked on it eagerly and then shifted to its companion. Her hands pressed my face into her breasts, her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling at it quite painfully. I was past caring; I was in a dream world where we were the only two people. That was the beginning of rap shit and the hip hop craze. There were some rock and metal bands making it, but not big.I was sitting by one of the sound boards when the tech kept wiggling a plug. I said, "If you have a kit, I'll redo the plug or put a new one on."He reached under the table and brought out what looked like a briefcase. It had all the tools. He said, "A new one would be best. This one's getting worn."I hadn't done anything like this in years, but I remembered it well. They used a. We got on the back seat, and it was a big car therefore the area was massive. I kissed her and again we were frantically snogging as I unbuttoned her pants and slipped my hand down the front.Again she groaned, I pushed them down to her knees as she gasped. My fingers roaming over her slit made her moan more. “69” I asked as she nodded, she stood up or crouched in the footwell as I laid on my back on the seat, she pulled her panties down and I saw for the first time her pussy, neatly trimmed. “Do you think it's pretty?” She paused. “My purple tea? Have a taste.”Dee liked the warmth of the cup she held. The light purple tea drew her eyes as she took a tentative sip. It tasted like a heated summer afternoon in a wild meadow. Herbal and floral and somehow faunal, too, with a muskiness that sent unconscious signals from her nostrils straight to her brain. It smelled like sex in the forest. Dee inhaled the aroma deeply and closed her eyes.When she opened them again, Missy's cup was empty.