He grabbed my legs and pulled them apart. I never saw him so rough. Gently, he opened my pussy lips, exposing my hard clit. Very softly, he licked my ...ussy. The warm caress of his tongue against my throbbing pussy was very welcome. “Oh yes, just like that.” I whispered to him. I closed my eyes and danced in the sensation of pleasure. He put my clit between his lips and sucked it gently. I knew I wasn’t going to last very long. I cupped his head between my hands as he slowly moved his head from. When Jim didn’t answer her and just sat there, Rod assumed that Jim wanted them to continue so he moved back into position and directed his huge cock back into her. Amy didn’t stop him but kept looking across at her husband.She didn’t understand why he was acting like he was. She didn’t understand that what she saw was a man who felt that his whole married life had been directed to achieving this very moment, believing that somehow it was going to be wonderful, exciting and loving for him. Jim. One was called Pearse. 25 years old, tall with dark features. He was Irish and his accent alone would make my clit twinge. He also had a great body and strong arms, muscled tone and a perfect flat stomach. He was a plasterer and his hair would always be filthy when he came in to our bathroom for his monthly cut. I always had to give it a good scrub and scalp massage just to get the bits of plaster out. I didn't have a proper hairdressers sink so I would just get him to bend over in front of the. My God! This is going to be difficult. If I could just get behind my camera it would be back to business and I’d be in the photographer state of mind. Lois saw me stammer and seemed to read my thoughts. She had the slightest smile on her face and her eyes tried to drink me in. “Are you ready to get started?” I asked. “I’ve been ready since Monday Ms. Hartley.” “Ava. Please call me Ava.” “Ok Ava. What position would you like for me to start in?” It’s at times like these that I’m glad people.