I instantly moaned in response and threaded the fingers of my right hand into her hair and gripped tightly as my arousal was already sky high. Her fin...ers kept on moving as her tongue kept teasing for a while longer before my need took over and I shoved her mouth down and onto my moist folds. Almost like a sort of punishment, her fingers curled and twisted inside of me which caused me to howl out a moan as her mouth started sucking my clit. “Yes,” I hissed to myself, resting my head back and. The feel of our flesh on flesh is intoxicating. I start with running my fingers through his hair. I massage the sides of his head, and behind his ears. He moans with my touch. When I get to the base of his neck, I dip my hand into the warm coconut oil and rub it onto my hands. I rub his neck and out to his shoulders. He tells me that it feels good. I can’t feel the heat stirring between my legs, as I rub his taut muscles. Annie Lennox’s, I Put A Spell On You, is playing on the speakers. I. With these completed I was almost part of the family, and to be honest this on its own was strange, because for so long I'd just pretty much lived in the same house as dad, we'd not really been a family. No trips to the zoo, or the cinema, no nights sat in front of the TV watching football. I'd had a few nannies down the years, one even introduced me to the delights of sex, but they stopped a couple of years ago when dad decided I was old enough to be left to fend for myself.Lisa and Joan were. ‘I like your gallery and the way you presented my humble little paintings.’ ‘I would hardly call them humble, I would say more fresh and innovative. I like to feature the works of women that define and appreciate the female form.’ I said then wondering what the hell I really meant by that and how she would interpret that remark. ‘I have a great fondness for the female form.’ She said with a wink. Before we could go further into our conversation a few guests came by to meet her and we didn’t.