I stayed with her, we landed on our sides, and I kept my face pressed snugly between her ass cheeks, and my tongue continued what it so much enjoyed d...ing. Apparently forgetting exactly what was happening, Ruthie was begging me to keep fucking her, but I was having too much fun to correct her, and just kept worshipping her ass with my tongue. While on her side, Ruthie’s legs kept pumping, as if she were riding a bicycle or running in place, and I could feel her feet kicking me and hear her. Nuzzling through her pubic hair I remembered again Sadie's advice, "When you go down on a woman, remember to treat it as you would that first sip of your favourite wine. Show that you savour it."Savour it? I always savoured it. So, my first gentle sip was to replace my finger with the tip of my tongue on that delicate little crevice. Her thighs were still tightly clamped together but, as the point of my tongue probed into that secret flesh, I felt her tremble and her legs parted, allowing my. Even the ruin of her right ear faded from view, the flash of a jewel glittered there, a drop of morning dew on the half-opened bud of some exotic flower.A tattoo? No. Tats take time to heal. It had to be henna. Some wannabe Goths used it. It dyes the skin and lasts only a week or two. That would be enough.She was trembling. I gently brushed away a tear and reassured her. "You're beautiful!"And oh God was she!"Let's go, everyone!" Devers ordered, getting the other people moving.I wanted to eat. The plaster covering her torso held her back in slightly arched position, making her body look tense. He could not help noticing that her left leg was strapped to the frame of the bed and drawn to one side. It was bent at the knee, with her casted foot pointing at the ceiling. Her hip and thigh were tight and well-shaped, and looked oddly bare compared to her casted body. On the other hand, her right leg resembled a massive plaster column, adorned only with her tiny foot that was sticking out.