She lifted her plumpy arms tempting me to lick her sweaty armpit. She knew how much I loved to bury my face in her pits. As I buried my face in her pi...s, I was stunned the way it smelled. It was really kinky, since she was yet to have her bath. Oh fuck I thought, lost in her pits licking vigorously while also increasing my fucking speed wildly. As I was licking her armpits, the milk from her boobs flowed towards her pits. I enjoyed licking her pits along with her milk drops.When I started. I just ... Fucking ... HATE ... Teenagers. I haven’t got the patience for them. I love the ones who want to learn, but the others – that’s most of them – I just ... Oh ... I could kill the lot of them. Poison them with a taste test or something!” She seems to think this is funny rather than psychotic.Then she’s talking again, “I don’t have a partner at the moment, which is frustrating ... I’ve had boyfriends because, you know, I’m not baaaaaad looking...” We can’t argue – she’s no beauty queen,. These she captured and rolled in her fingertips stiffened and erect. Lydia pulled them gently upwards and away to elongate Cecelia’s breastflesh then rolled her wrists. Cecelia groaned. There was a rhythm to her fingers teasing caress about the bead of her clitoris. She neither slowed nor quickened its pace, relishing in Lydia’s attention to her breasts. Having her arms tight against her body to allow her hands to do their work below served to capture and intensify the presentation of her. “Maybe later, just want to get some rest,” she said. Well, without further ado, we made it to the taxi stands. There she was with me, holding my hands inside the taxi. After months of phone sex, there she was with me finally – the first real date with the brunette of my dreams. I might sound like a perv, and maybe I am one.But I wanted to tear her shirt right there and kiss her to sleep. Or maybe finger her slowly, making her release her juices and make her panty all wet. But that has to.