Only, I didn’t know how. I put his vest in the washing basket, and before he could put his shirt back on I told him to go sit on my bed. I followed ...im and sat next to him.– ‘Vikas, mujhe tum se kuch baat karni hai – agar tumhe lagey ki yeh galat hai toh please mujhe bolne se sharmaana mat’– ‘Nahi Sir, aap please bolo’I could not take my eyes off his beautiful chest with some sweat glittering lightly against the chest hair.– ‘Mujhe pataa nahi ki tum jaanto ho yaa nahi, lekin kuch ladkon to. As he taunted and teased her she pulled on her restraints a few times. It added to the sexual excitement. She would never have stopped him from pleasuring her but the feeling of being unable to stop him added to the ecstasy and when his tongue finally invaded her most intimate parts she was already on the verge of coming. With his hands pushing her knees wide apart, he used his tongue like an instrument. He probed at her pussy lips before opening up the folds of pussy flesh. He used it. I smiled and said, “Hello, I’m Melissa.” She looked surprised, but returned my smile.“Hello, I’m Helena. How do you do?“ My heart fluttered as I looked into her dark eyes.“I do just fine,” I replied. She spoke English very well; her Greek accent made it more like music to me. Her olive skin had a silken sheen, one I was keen to taste, but not with undue haste. Her breasts pushed firmly against her pale blue blouse. The buttons looked strained as her breasts were obviously quite full and. My Jesus, she sucks like an expert! Where on earth did she learn it?Laura licked and bit gently at her husband's growing penis in the soft slippery heat of her mouth, seemingly happy to bring it to life again. Continuing to nibble and suck, she swiped her slippery tongue all around its rapidly expanding girth until she was sure it was restored, and then her head fell back on the pillow, her long blonde hair fanning around her face like a halo of light. The rejuvenated instrument slipped, wetly.