Although the hair was a bit of a nuisance in getting comfortable with licking her pussy, the pubic hair did seem to capture her scent, allowing it to ...ust linger there. I revelled in her scent and continued licking her pussy, attempting to retrieve more of her juice. I tried desperately to remember the vivid depictions of eating pussy I had read online. I took her big swollen clit in my mouth and watched her involuntarily flinch. Happy my attempt at pleasing her was working; I continued a. I am looking at her covered heaven. As I run my hands softly up and down her muscled thigh, I imagine I can feel the heat radiating from her pussy. I realize I am staring at her luv lips and feel a blush running up my body. I look around to see if anyone is watching. Fortunately, nobody is interested and I regain control."Did that make it feel any better?" Yes, thank you. You have very soft hands, Don. I am glad you were here. I guess I better go home."Because she is still is tender, I help her. I let her shift her weight slightly, then resume pressing, this time a little harder. She let herself be folded down until her mouth was near my penis. I then put my hands on her hands, so as to remind her not to move them from my thighs. She started kissing the tip of my cock without further instruction, not too accurately since neither she nor I was doing anything to hold it steady.After a half minute of love pecks, I told her, "kiss it all over." She shifted her weight again and kissed it up. You wouldn’t believe how much we go through these days!“OK everyone, back to work. I need the Foreman, workers, factory girls, Fantine and John Valjean.“Musical number Zero One, ‘At The End Of The Day,’ please?”I raised my baton. My eight violinists begin this number... (Eight boys and four girls)THE POORAt the end of the dayyou are another day olderAnd that’s all you can sayfor the life of the poorIt’s a struggle, it’s a warAnd there’s nothingthat anyone’s givingOne more day standing.