Anyone who wouldn’t do that wouldn’t find their small head getting there either.Some men were more interesting than others so the variety ensured ...hat even the less interesting ones weren’t boring. At times there were some logistical challenges but hey, it seemed to be worth the effort. Much of her sex wasn’t too noteworthy, mainly satisfying her itch, but there were a few occasions, usually some event or vacation that stood out in her memory, often involving more than one man at a time. Maybe. After that it all got a bit frenetic. My blouse was quickly undone and removed. He smothered me with kisses and I him. He complimented me on how wonderful I looked in my skimpy red bra, then I helped him remove it. Somehow my knees were suddenly bent allowing my flouncy skirt to slide down my legs and expose my stocking tops and bare thighs. It didn't quite show my tiny red panties but Andy soon remedied that and I lifted my bum obligingly. They were swiftly removed. I undid my skirt and Andy. Perhaps Maddy’s oral tutoring was more effective than I realized. As my tongue flickering in and out of her, Sarah sighed, and her slight tremors skittered down her body. ‘Be careful,’ she whispered, ‘I squirt.’ I heard it, but I can’t say I fully listened. Instead, I kept at what I was doing, not heeding her advice. I should have because a moment later, Sarah barked, and an explosion of thick liquid exploded out of her and splattered against my face with unanticipated force. ‘Jesus,’ I said,. She moaned as I rubbed up and down in that wet spot, not rally knowing what I was doing or doing anything in particular, just enjoying at long last what it felt like to feel that place I'd looked at in magazines so intently. She seemed to suck my fingers inside, and I rubbed them inside, feeling a little bump toward the top and rubbing it rather vigorously until she sleepily said "Gently, lover, gently." Lover, she'd called me lover. I was in love with that feeling, for sure.Then I kissed my.