I was standing behind her listening to her problems and put my hands on her shoulders intending to move her out of the way so I could get past but ins...ead started massaging her shoulders. After about 10 mins I moved my hands down to her waist to move her and she jumped in surprise. It was several weeks later that Jean said Linda had been over and told her my massaging had made her feel better after the argument she had had with her husband.It was about a year later I went over to Linda and. She was already dripping wet and I wasted no time trying to lap every drop of here. I tried everything from sucking on her lips to flicking her clit with my tongue. I wanted to learn everything no matter how subtle or intense that turned her own. When I got into a groove of what seemed to be driving her crazy, I adjusted for consistency so she could get a steady dose of it. Before I knew it she was cumming hard in my mouth, her curvy hips bucking wildly. i held her arms down and would not. I listened for a second, my aching hard on pressing against my jeans but the only sounds I could hear were of people and music coming from the street 10 feet away. “I think that was you swearing at my belt,” I replied. Stacy looked up at me. “Oh, well then help me get it off. But do NOT remove your fingers from my pussy”. I grinned, using my free hand to help undo my belt. As soon as it fell free Stacy’s hands were grabbing for the button on my jeans and sliding the zipper down. As my jeans. We played in there for a couple hours, just chatting about whatever came to mind, but after a while James got a little bored."We should probably get ready for the party." He said. I agreed, seeing as it was only an hour away. I went downstairs t grab my bag, which had my suit in it, and I brought it back upstairs."Where should I change into this?" I asked.He shrugged. "The bathroom maybe, you should probably get showered first though." Ah, yeah good point." We should probably get showered.