. oral sex.We met in Kingston-upon-Thames for a coffee. She was there first and I was to arrive a few minutes later. I saw L sitting at a table, she...did tell me what she would be wearing a black coat and boots. These are all that I remembered, but it was enough to recognise her. I got two coffees and walked over to L. The roleplay was to be introduced immediately, so no silly chit chat first.“Hi, I saw you alone and wondered if you could do with some company”, I said, to L.“Id love some. ” he added, his voice fading under the ominous sound of deadlocks turning and chains rattling as the door opened. A tall man wearing a tweed jacket and sporting a dog-collar introduced himself as Alistair Bainbridge, the vicar of St Andrews Methodist Church and the father of the girl. After a brief explanation of the events at the Bay Horse pub the vicar seemed unperturbed, but nevertheless thanked him for returning his daughter. The discourteous movement of the door closing in his face. Siobhan slid down the jump seat and crawled across the floor, her eyes glued to my wet pussy and engorged lips. When she got there, I grasped her red hair on both sides and pulled her head into my pussy. She put her tongue out, but I took her whole head and ran it up and down from her eyebrows to her chin. It felts so delicious, once her face was covered with my slippery juices. I then rubbed her face from side to side, her nose and lips kept hitting my clit. I started to come hard, my long. I press it against the opening and then trail it slowly from there to your clit, extracting a long moan from you. The sweet flavor of your juices explodes onto my tongue as it slides through your slit. I move down, repeating my lick, then again and again. Over and over, with every lick ending with a flick or suck of your hard clit. I press my tongue against your opening again, this time though I wiggle it against the hole, pressing part of the tip inside. Your hands grip my hair.