“You really are a Hot Little Cunt,” he said. “It must run in your fucking f(a)mily tree. Damn, it almost makes me wish you had a couple of s(i)s...ers!” John poured a little of his beer on her nipple and then licked it away.“Hey…. aaaahhheee…. that’s cold…. mmmmmmoooo…. yeah, suck my nip, bite it…. aaaaaahhh,” she cried softly. The beer felt cold, but his tongue felt hot. The combination made her shiver all over, and his hand on her thigh, started to caress and rub up her inner thigh.He pulled at. My hand would brush up along her thigh until my fingertips found her mound. I would spread her legs, placing soft kisses on the inside of each thigh, hearing her groan as my lips finally made contact with her clit and rubbed my hungry tongue against her most sensitive spot. I know what a good tongue can do when used right. Most men like to rush but women really like a slow darting in and out. Then I would pick her up and fly away to a lush green mountain top where I would undress myself. “Let go so I can suck your tits. Your daughter likes that.” With a pronounced whimper, she complied. I pounded into her a few more times just to watch her tits bounce, then latched on to her right nipple. Her hands found my hair and began massaging my scalp.“Oh, God, Steve, fuck me. God, you’re fucking wonderful. It’s been so long and I need it so bad. Fuck me hard and fast, Steve. Fuck me like an animal and cum in me. I want to feel you cum in me. Cum for me, Steve.” Her rambling was. A few evenings before she had spent some time experimenting with the view from KG’s into her own room, according to the angle at which she left her mirrored wardrobe doors open. Now all she could do was take her time getting ready for bed. First she removed her shirt and went and hung it carefully in one cupboard, using a folded scarf to wedge the door ajar. From another cupboard, she drew out what looked to be a long flowing dressing gown. Her bra was slipped off while she looked at herself in.