I could feel his cock pressing against my thigh only inches from where I knew it craved to be, where I needed it most. Suddenly I felt a hand slide ac...oss that spot and a finger slip in as it passed between my velvety wet pussy lips sinking to its knuckles and then wiggling and stroking my G-spot. This sent me reeling over the fringe lunacy and into a tempest of uncontrollable lust, leaving famished with an appetite of unsatisfied need. The overwhelming demand upon my sanity and aching feminine. And I suggested, lets try the kitchen counter sex. I have my best sex on the counter. You lean back and enjoy, and its easier for me.Oh, kay! She got up very clumsily, and dragged me by the hand, to the kitchen. OOPS I must be, BURP, drunk, then she literally slid onto the counter, I opened her legs, and ate her wet pussy. I ran my tongue up and down along her pussy lips, teased her red clit boat. She pressed my head into her pussy. OH MY Fucking god.I stuck my tongue into her as far as I. She apologized and said that's ok. I will not tell anyone. Ask me if I got excited often? Yes, she told how she could feel it when we danced. I blushed and bowed my head. She reached over and kissed my head. stand up please, I did, She hugged me and ask, ever kissed a girl? Yes a few girls. Give me a kiss and show me, I kissed her like a grand mom. NO, kiss me like a lover, I did a little better. She told me a few things including keeping my mouth dryer. We practiced and the hard on returned.. “Have fun,” Margaret hissed and turned around, walked down a narrow corridor and vanished into one of the rooms. “Sorry for that,” Helen said, but I could hear that she didn’t really mean it, “she’s always like that. But lets not think about her.” She guided me through the door and had me make a quick turn to the left, not allowing me to wipe her sister-in-law’s spit from my face. A stone staircase ran down into the basement. I wasn’t sure it was a good idea to walk into a stranger’s basement,.