That was easier than I expected.”“For one of us, anyway. You used to get that look in your eye when you talked about me. It’s not the Julie look... but it’s still nice. I wasn’t able to accept settling for it; maybe she can.”“Helen, she’s had the kind of life you might have if not for an old Greek man with strange fashion sense who loved you just as much as he loved his great grandson; and two friends who taught her how to do this thing they learned.” Helen stopped dancing and stepped away from. When we step out of the bathroom we just collapse on the big bed, holding each other, your warm cock nestling comfortably in my pussy as we whisper sweet nothings. “Good night, my sweet, beautiful slut whore” you whisper as you doze off. When I waken it is 1:05 by the clock radio. The bedroom door to the pool is still open and a half-moon hangs bright in the south-west. The temperature has dropped and I feel a little chilly so I pull a sheet over us as you sleep quietly. Crawling down. I enter into the house. She give some cold drinks .She told me to sit in her drawing room and relaxed. As she had some work to do she told me watch TV and told me to sit there she will be back in 15 mins. Those 15 mins was the longest 15 mins on my life. I cannot watch TV also. I was just going through some magazines. After 20 mins she came. The routine conversation started and we chatted for around one hour. The topics from sports to politics and film to cartoons.So after chatting for some. My hands continued their journey, joined by my lips and tongue. I ran the backs of my hands across the top of your breasts, caressed the sides, and cupped them in my hands while my kisses traced a slow path from your mouth to your neck and ears, stopping only to nibble gently with my lips. I moved my self down a bit to kiss and lick my way down your cleavage then lifting your breasts, I continued to lick and nibble underneath and around each breast, first one then the other. My tongue.