It stared Sylvia Kristel (yes her of Emmanuelle fame) and Nicholas Clay. As a film it was a bit of a flop, unless you happened to be a over sexed, ra...pant teen…..like I was.So it was the summer of ‘81, hot, dry and just the sort of summer that begs for a road trip to the sand dunes of Porthcawl. About two dozen of us one balmy summers evening decided that we’d had enough of the pub we were off to sleep in the dunes.Everyone went their separate way, collected tents, sleeping bags, what ever. "What made it awkward for Julia was when Bob's hands began to roam over her body."Are you really going to wear that nightgown all night?" he whispered. Julia had slept nude ever since Bob moved into her house." We can't do anything tonight," she hissed."Why not? We're married." They'll hear us!" she scolded, pushing his hand away from her breast. "They're right next door!" At least kiss me," he complained.She did.It was her undoing, because she loved his kisses, and they invariably inflamed. And how I loved it; my knees went weakwhenever I thought about my husbands big, proud erect penis and I knewthat my life was complete whenever he allowed me to serve it.It was inscribed in my mind, my heart and my sole that I was to endeavourat all times to be the woman he wanted to possess. I was his cook in hiskitchen, his cleaner around his house, his hostess in the living-room,his attentive escort in public and his whore in his bedroom."I shall be there in ten minutes sweet cheeks." He. I hold it with my teeth and flick my tongue over it as I slide a finger into your pussy and move it back and forth as my tongue goes frantic over your clit, then I suddenly stop.I push your legs up which give me access to your pussy and bum and I lick my way over both, sliding my tongue in as far as it will go up your pussy and then all around your bum and then rolling it, sliding its way up there too.I can’t wait any longer and lie on top of you and slide my hard throbbing cock all the way up.