“Mmm. You smell so good, Melinda. You taste even better, you’re so sweet.” He kept teasing my with dirty comments, and that only made me wetter....is lips finally reached my sex, and I wanted to cry out in pleasure. His tongue was so good, he was kissing my pussy. Finally, he quit playing around. He dove right in, lapping at my wetness eagerly. He was moaning, and I was getting wetter and wetter. I couldn’t help it, he was amazing. I kept panting, I didn’t want to moan and show him how much I. Her wavy blonde hair floated gently on top of the water. Penny's hands started to wander over her body, running from her neck to her breasts, carefully caressing them; she could feel her nipples harden. She moved her fingertips down her slender body to where the real pleasure started. Unknown to Penny, one of the workers was watching, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing, as this was something that every teenage boy dreamed about. He could feel his heart pumping rapidly and his jeans. "It's mine now; it originally belonged to my Dad. This is a 1968 El Camino SS 396; it was his pride and joy. The bike is a Harley-Davidson Electra Glide. I bought that a few years ago to make quick trips around town and to ride out to the desert or the mountains." We have a couple of errands to run, most importantly we have to go to the bank and put you as a signer on my checking account." Ok, give me a chance to finish this oil change and clean up"One hour later, we walked back to the garage. When he speaks she is surprised to hear that his accent is pure public school English. She’s unused to this, expecting him to speak with a foreign accent or in that kind of gangsta style accent that everyone between Crawley and London adopts to fit in. It annoys her that she’s made assumptions about him based on his appearance having always made a point of saying she takes people on face value. As he hands her her change and cigarettes she wonders whether any of the other things she says are.