So I got between her legs and stuck my tongue up her pussy, she laughed and said not like that, lick the clit, I had no idea what she was talking abou.... so she pointed to it and told me to lick gently and slowly at first. after a while she started to moan and groan reached down to my head and pulled me closer and told me to lick faster, she was so wet by this time and it made me hard making her cum, after a few mins of her moaning and grinding onto my face she said that was enough as she was to. We both rested for some time and I started some music. I asked her to dance with me and she accepted, slowly we started dancing and don’t know how like a trance we went to the bedroomWe were looking at each other’s eyes and somehow I got the courage and kissed her forehead. She was shocked for a moment but she reacted as if she also enjoyed my act which further encouraged me. I slowly started kissing her eyes, her cheeks, her ears, her neck and my little Johnny was making a tent in my trousers.. I began to drop hints that we should date. Casual things like mentioning that bands I knew he liked were performing at one of the local clubs, or that a movie he had talked about was opening. He never took the hint. I would ‘accidentally’ run into him around town and he was always nice and polite. We had fun with his friends, but he never caught on. Sometimes I grew angry and would complain to my mother. She always told me that if I wanted him that I should do something about it. The women in. Not his fault she didn't like girls. So one morning I woke up and I knew I didn't want to wake up without him there. I told him at breakfast that he needed to go jewelry shopping. We'd been married seven years when we decided. Inga didn't have a chance. Ed is Norwegian and I've said most paper plates have more color than me. And altho I despise my natural blondish hair (and it's been every color except that since I was allowed to dye it) I think my green eyes are neat. Five years into our.