“I suppose not, and I couldn’t be happier with my decision,” Paula claimed.“So we heard. Was he really as good as you were letting on?” Mary...yn asked.“No, actually I had to tone down my excitement quite a bit, because he was, by far, the best lover I’ve ever had,” Paula admitted.“Oh, I’ll bet you say that to all the guys who eat your pussy,” I teased.“No, I’ve never had anyone eat me as good as you did, and that even includes the two females I’ve been with,” she declared.“Paula, you shouldn’t. Christian now had two fingers inside me, working them in and out slowly, not quite in time with Ben’s massaging of my clitoris but certainly close enough to ensure that an orgasm – my first in so long that even an ascetic, celibate nun would advise me to get down to the toys department at Anne Summers – would not be long in arriving. We were safe in our little gropers’ corner, there being few other customers and our waiter amusing himself with two pretty young things on a table at the other. ” “This is… I don’t know,” Tomas said, but his protests were weak and fading fast. “This is what?” Silmaria said with a smile, running her hand up and down the length of Tomas’s shaft, caressing and stroking before her thumb brushed along the sensitive, swollen head, where she found droplets of his precum. She swirled the precum around the crown of his cock, then raised her thumb up to her mouth to suck the sweet stickiness off. Her smile was inviting and mischievous. “Good, I hope?” “Gods. I told her, “now that you have given me tea, I would like to invite you to my house.” She asked if I was married. I replied, “No’. We then started off to my room, she got afraid on the way and turned back and invited me to her house. The next day was Sunday and I had off. So I agreed to come to her house in her village. I was afraid because she may trap me, but I was young and I let my hormones take over. We went to her village by bus, en route we went to a movie. In the theatre, she was.