? At last I gently settled on thefirm bud of her clit.? I pressed it withmy tongue and nudged it this way and that, trying my best to pleasure her. ??...She ground down on my mouth, takingeverything it could give her, and soon began to make the delicious sounds of awoman approaching orgasm.? Unexpectedly,though, she didn't climax.? She was nodoubt preoccupied, for while I'd been eating her, she'd been at work between myown legs, using a rough leather thong to bind my rock-hard cock and. It was almost as if she'd only recently discovered them.They strolled by a copse of leafy trees where a small fallow deer had been grazing just before they approached. All this seemed so natural that it was often easy to forget that the climate was controlled from the roof not many metres above the height of the tallest trees."There's no one here!" exclaimed Beatrice with delight. "We must be the only ones in the park today."Paul knew exactly what his wife was implying and the result pressed. I was over six feet and well-built. And, my equipment was even bigger. If I had started earlier trying to find decent clothing, I probably could have solved the problem. But now I was stuck with only these clothes. The other men would be wearing essentially the same thing so I'd probably not stand out too much. At least I hoped not.The Dean's HouseThe night of the ball found the Dean and I sipping a brandy. We were commiserating with each other about men's clothing in general and the present. I kiss your mouth, tasting the residue of my desire on your tongue, on your lips. I start to move my tongue inside your mouth. I grab the sides of your face and straddle your lap. I'm wearing a skirt (no panties, of course. I hate panties) and its hitched up to my waist so my soaking throbbing pussy is right on top of your rapidly hardening cock. You can feel the heat from between my legs, and it's just fanning the heat within you. You run your hands up the outside of my thighs. The skin so.