He attacked me with every ounce of skill he had. He nibbled lightly on my pussy lips before darting his tongue inside me. Then, he pushed the flat of ...is tongue hard over the hood of my clit, applying as much pressure as he could. The intense feeling had me gasping and clutching the sheets hard. Chris finally used the tip of his tongue and flicked my clit back and forth, over and over, in a steady rhythm. I could feel my orgasm speeding towards me like a freight train, and I moaned. Chris held. She always dressed very smartly and always in a dress or skirt and top. I had met her professionally and our relationship had become sexual one evening when I kissed her as I was leaving. The kiss developed into a deep French kiss and within minutes we were in her bed. That was months ago. Since then we had discovered a mutual interest in all sorts of perverted and filthy sex acts. Tess had not been able to indulge her interests whilst her husband was alive and her daughter at home. Now she. It was only sex, and even then it was really just about having something different. Humans aren't wired to be bored. So when we get something the same way over and over again it becomes stale. Plus there's the fact that men, at least some of us are born to be hunters. We live for the thrill of the chase. The prize isn't really the prize. The hunt means everything."Charlotte thought about what he was saying. Maybe that was all it was with Jim, just the thrill of the hunt. Or maybe it was the. We had three, full size, lightweight blankets folded and stowed in the rear.We were all wearing sweatshirts and sweatpants. That’s all any of them were wearing, and they fussed at me for wearing my boxers. I know what happens when I wear sweats with no boxers – and my cock gets excited. Everyone knows when I have a boner!Deb was sitting between Miranda and Patricia, and we weren’t even a block away from home before the three of them had their shirts up over their breasts, comparing nipples and.