I identified her clit with its hood now deliciously exposed. I ran the brush over the exposed nerve ends once and Sandy’s back arched as the sensati...ns leapt through her. I knew she would not last very long.“Don’t come before the fifth stroke!” I instructed running the brush lightly over the clit again.Sandy again arched violently. It was clear she was fighting the raw need to come.I let the sensations fall away before doing it again.“You’re doing marvellously,” I said doing it again.“AAhhhhh!”. A week after I started work for Williams publishing, as Mr. Mac Donald's secretary, he asked me if I would care to join him for a drink. I was dating Don Johnson at the time. We had just starting having sex. Yet to me, Don was a boy. Mr. Mac Donald, at age forty, was a distinguished man. I just could not resist going for a drink with him, nor could I turn him down when he suggested that I join him at a local motel."Mary Jo, I find you to be irresistible. You are like a fresh flower."I might. ” “It’s a pleasure, believe me.” As I pulled into our driveway, thankful that Mom and Dad weren’t home, she stuck out her tongue. She brought the tip to the base of my cock, slowly dragging it up my shaft, staring me in the eyes as she reached the head. I watched as her tongue rolled back into her mouth, as if she’s just licked an ice cream cone. “Mmmmm” she moaned. “I can still taste her on you.” She grinned. “She tastes good.” I put my hand on the back of her head and guided her lips. Everyone! We were just heading out to the dance floor. Be a dear and watch the table. I know you hate to dance."Before Corey could say anything, the other four people all stood up and left him standing there. Corey swallowed down the bitter retort he was about to have said. He was just about to plop down in a chair when he saw a dancing couple bump into a girl who was wearing a gold brocade medieval dress. The dress was open in the front displaying a vast amount of cleavage and was complete.