But I don’t give you that kind of release. Not yet. Instead, I slip two fingers slowly into your tight pussy. As they slide in I see your mouth drop...open and your eyes close in pleasure. That first penetration is always so exquisite, isn't it?I gently cup your cheek with my hand and guide your face back down to help you to reengage in our conversation. My thumb brushes your lips and you quickly part them and bite my thumb before letting it go. You look deep into my blue eyes and try to hear. Nonetheless, as her current situation with her son left her not having that many visitors other than ‘clients’ these days, Catherine was in fact looking forward to the afternoon, which although starting with her being a little naughty with herself, gave Catherine a rare opportunity to entertain ab ordinary visitor at home and so for the occasion she’d already organised tea and cake in the kitchen to offer her guest.So An hour later Catherine had opened the front door to a very tall woman with. ?I don?t believe it, you?re incredible. Shut the fuck up, slut. Why would you still be talking, why??Then without taking a breath he demanded to know where she was.?I?m, I?m in a pub? she stammered.?Where?? he persisted.?Um?, she hesitated for barely a second before he said,?Tell me exactly where you are, now slut.? He said coldly and very slowly.Confused and frightened, she almost whispered,?Croydon, I?m in Croydon, East Croydon. In the High Street. Um, the pub?s called The Blue Anchor, I. The image of your face, watching me as your lips trail hot moist kisses across my stomach, uncontrollable trembling at the thoughts racing through my mind of you, my hands continue a fiery trail downwards. My head gently tossing against my pillow as my hands caress my thighs, my eyes closed in passion, seeing yours instead. My legs fall open, hearing your sigh as you view the moist center of my womanhood, my mind reliving the jagged whisper of your voice, seeing you in my mind as your head.