~4.Why write poems? My tongue would rather expressItself directly to your warm heaven, linger on it,Singing of your beauty with a soft caress,Instead ...f boring you with a bookish sonnet.And as I lick your pussy, I'll come to knowBoth your deep flavor and your deep proclivities,Learning how you like it: gentle, firm, slow—Then pleasure you to the best of my abilities.Instead of stroking keys, my fingers desireTo stroke you where you're deep and hot and tight,With touch and kiss and patience. Metro and routes might be first time travelling in metro. So I told her directions but I told her again I am going same way and she can accompany me, she agreed. Let me tell you people about her now. She was around 30 fair and about 5’5 tall. She was wearing jeans and top as usual girls ladies wear but she was sexy that all I can say. So metro came and we enter in that and I ask her name and it was Sareena. She was married and having a kid of 3 years. So we sit on seats as we taken metro from. As we were talking, my hand moved over to Sarah's bare leg and began gently stroking it. She struggled to maintain the conversation, but tried to continue, without avail, as my hand moved towards her crotch. Her breath caught as I stroked across the top of her leg, with my advances hidden beneath the table, and the rest of the bar oblivious to our game. Sarah was finding it hard to control herself, and was visibly aroused. I moved to stroke her now wet pussy, and ran my finger up her swollen. Carla had the dark Hispanic skin take need very little sun to get tan. My guess was right, Carla was an exchange student from Brazil. She had on what would almost be called a thong swim suit. Nice figure and I just had to ask "how old are you Carla?" "15" she replied. I said "Welcome to the States and nice to meet you." Her suit top barely contained two very nice boobs with nice nipples poking through. High "B" or Low "C" cup."OK everybody, pool is open" I proclaimed. First one in was Nick. I.