Tom leaned forward and started licking her slit. Mallory managed to lift one of her legs over Tom’s shoulder to give him access to licking her cunt....Mallory’s pussy started to twitch as Tom continued licking her pussy and sticking his tongue up as far as he could then she came. Mallory covered Tom’s tongue and face with her juice. Tom came up for air and they kissed again. Tom whispered to her, "Turn around" Oh God yes, do it to me." She urgently replied. Tom pushed her over the kitchen table. Sometimes they can get you such a good result that it’s worth taking the psychological hit for the big win. ‘Maybe you could visualize yourself doing various things and imagine what it would feel like.’ She looked at me and laughed. ‘You’re ready to scream, aren’t you?’ she asked. I laughed. ‘Just start to write stuff down. Review it now and then. There’s a good chance something will come to you. I think that’s what makes up intuition. You subconsciously collect a lot of information without. I whispered in her ears and asked her intimate questions which normally nobody would dare to ask. While touching her pussy from outside her panties, I asked her, Why not tell me how often you and your husband have sex? I could tell that she was feeling good and responded and played along, To be honest, not very often. Maybe once a month. Not sure if she was telling the truth or lying but who why bothered when she was obvious trying to leas me on too. That was pathetic!. How could you carry on. All she needed now was some flour, sugar and I heard chickens, too! eggs ... and she could bake a cake! She grinned as she remembered her grandmother telling a pair of visitors (cousins she hadn't been particularly happy to see) on her doorstep, 'You should'a called! If'n I'da knowed you was comin' I'da baked you a cake!' meaning, of course, if she'd known those two were going to suddenly show up on her doorstep, she'd have made sure she was in the next county when they arrived. She smiled, a.