Sweet tingles!I reached behind me and let the spidery tip tickle my ass. Umm... very nice! Circles on one cheek... and then the other... and slowly up...the valley between... oooooh God it felt good to be alive! Down the outsides of my thighs... and then... oh my goodness... up the insides! I swear I have extra sensory cells there. My knees quivered with delight as I stroked my way to the top.Okay... okay... I was REALLY getting aroused. I stuck the grass spear between my teeth and started. My curiosity was definitely piqued.And then, she returned with the gift. A new electric guitar, of much higher quality (and, no doubt, more expensive) than the one I already had. I looked at her in astonishment."I love it," I stammered, "but can you afford something like this?" I can," she assured me; I didn't believe her for a second. "Don't worry about it. What do you think?" You're the best," I told her, giving her a big kiss. "I really wanted a better guitar, and now, I have one." So when. The water runs over our mouths and closed eyes, you arms are about my neck, our mouths are wet and soft on one another.I fall to my knees, unable to hold back any longer, and pressing tou back against the tiled wall, I gently part your legs, and push my mouth on to your vagina, thrusting my tongue between your labia lips, seeking your clit, and you sweet wetness, beyond the falling water.I lick and suck with an urgency born of love and lust, drawing your lips in to my mouth, until I can nibble. All that was between John and her desirable body was a thin sheet and a shirt.Meanwhile John was making his way to Devon on a holiday. John was 34 and lived in London, but was travelling to Devon to get away from the stresses of daily life. He had been speaking to Becky regularly over the last few weeks and thought that he would stop by to say hello on his trip. As he followed the sat nav he noticed that he was passing through the village that Becky lived in so he decided that he would find her.