Anyway, I slid his fingers up my legs and placed his fingers right on my hot, wet clit. He looked me in the eye, shocked, but without skipping a beat ...tarted to stroke it, running his fingers down the outside of my lips and back up where he would ever so gently pinch my clit. I could feel cum starting to run down my leg so I leaned forward and said "Let's get out of here."By the time we got to my apartment building his cock was out of his pants and my dress top had been pulled down around my. All in all, a great looking girl, cause she is beautifull aswell.Well, she got married early, at 22 I think, to a local thug (half a wise guy), who I also known, maybe drunk a beer or two with him in my entire life.So, I grew up, moved out of my parents house, to the other part of Belgrade, and our paths almost never crossed again.Until last weekend. My wife was out with her friends, so I decided to go to the local pub in center of Belgrade, to get a beer and lose some time. And, there I saw. I’m not saying I expect to be waved through into her knickers with no negotiation – that’s just standard man-woman relations. But there was something about Tish that made her repel my advances, even in the early stages, when all I was doing was looking at her and making friendly conversation. She seemed suspicious of me.I kept at it, though. Every week I would try to leave the building with her when the class finished, and strike up some spurious conversation about an aspect of what we had been. As she came down, I felt my cock sliding up into her, oh, yes, that felt good.Then, facing me, sitting in my lap, she began feeding me my breakfast as she tensed and relaxed those wonderful muscles in her pussy."I don't know how you do this with your pussy but it feels fantastic." Practice, Mark, lots of practice. You can feed me some of my breakfast now, okay," which I did as she squirmed around on my lap and I fed her with a fork in one hand and fondled her boob with another."Mmm, isn't this.