You tasted perfect; sweet, salty, nutty, musky. I stabbed my tongue deep in the crevasse of your pussy, swirled it around your engorged clit. "Oh... R...ght there!... Yes! ...Don't stop," you panted, curling your hand into my hair and rucking your hips. If I had wanted to escape (which I did NOT) I don't think I could have. The back of your knee behind my head and a fist full of my hair kept me right where you and I wanted. On a couple of occasions, I felt you stiffen up, followed by a fresh. In June 2011 while on a marriage trip, she started asking me sex related questions on what masturbation is, how to males do it, how it they would when do it and whom they think while doing it. I got interest and cleared all her doubts. After exchanging some 100 sms on sex related things i asked do you feel wet in her private part. She hesitantly said yes and this was the start of our awesome incidents between us. I further extended the topic of asking her whether she has seen any penis, porn. The trouble was I still had the hots for her little girl and was always trying to get a look up her skirt or accidentally brush against her and the little minx was no better, constantly flirting with me. Then one day Karen told me her friend had invited her to her birthday bash and asked if I could sit in with Brooke as it was likely to be a very late finish. I tried not to seem too eager in agreeing and so it was settled. Ten days before the event Karen told me the birthday bash was off. How did you know I wanted to ask you out?”“Because I want you to ask me out, and I’ve cast a spell on you so you’d do just that.” Natasha grinned and winked, mischievously.“Oh and what if I resist your spell?”“You will miss out on a rare and wonderful experience.” Her laughter at her own remark filled the small shop and he found himself laughing too.“OK, since I don’t wish to miss out on such an exotic experience like that, will you please have dinner with me?”“I would love to. Pick me up.