A hint of that wistfulness in her eyes as she flicks them sideways and then drops her chin; a self conscious half smirk on her lips. She tiptoes alon... the shore, biding time. Sand like powder, white and sharp with the scent of salt, crisp with ozone, shifts beneath her feet. Feet... she smiles... dainty little things, slender legs, muscles that ripple and bunch as she moves, knees that knock only slightly with every step and skin... bronzed skin, that gleams with a lustre stolen from the sun,. The place was a bit on the upscale side for both my taste and my budget, but it was too conveniently located between the office and the subway not to patronize on days like this. I made my way to the quiet end of the bar, farthest from the dining area, where I could sip on a beer and unwind a bit. While I sipped my beer, I could also perhaps catch up on the day's news or sports on one of the flat screen TV's mounted on the walls around the bar. I found an open seat at the corner of the bar.. Maine usse bola isko bra nahi uttarna kya aise hi saaf karna hai kya vo boli papa aap sirf poonch do main apne aap pahin loongi mujhe pata tha ko vo saram ki vajah se bol rahi hai lekin mujhe ye bhi pata tha ki vo bra apne aap nahi pahan paayegi maine uski gori peeth ko peeche se gile kapde se saaf kar diya ab maine apna haath piche se hi uske pet ki taraf badha diya jaise Hi mera haath uske pet ko touch kiya vo fir kaanp si gayi maine usse poocha kya hua beta vo boli kuch nahi papa aur boli. Her very light brown pubic hair was thick over her pussy. I began kissing her inner thighs working my way to her pussy. As I got close I could smell her pungent overheated sex. There was a tiny wet dribble forming at the bottom of her slit. I gently licked it up. It was a little tart and delicious. I ran my tongue up her slit to her clit sucking it in and out. She was moaning and humping her pussy into my face. She kept humping at me as I licked down to her fuck hole, stabbing my tongue inside.