She was able to relate, as her own marriage was similar-good in most ways, but leaving her feeling incomplete. I remember thinking to myself that the ...nveiling of these emotions and the resultant vulnerability surprisingly left me feeling much more alive than I had felt in a long time. While the conversation was actually not at all sexual, it was, if I'm to be honest about it, one of the most erotic emotional experiences of my life. It was late and time to go. We made our way to the elevator to. To avoid shooting my juices, I made her lay on the bed with her ass cheeks almost at the edge of the bed and buried my face in her satiny smooth crotch, tongue fucking her and sucking on her pussy button. She moaned louder and pushed the back of my head and facilitated the grinding of my face into her crotch much harder.I don’t know if I mentioned earlier; I love using my mouth, tongue and face on a woman and make her climax. Cheryl was exceptional; with hard labor of sex, she was sweating. She crawled into my lap. the other thing about being in a slump is that you miss the touch and feel of a woman, and she felt great. soft. smelled great. she fit."she fit" this is one of those things that people don't talk about. it's one of those things that is hard to explain but when a woman (or man, i guess) fits in your arms it just works. she fit. and my little head stopped listening to my big head. i got seriously hard.she didn't care. in fact, she liked it. she pulled my shorts and boxer. Scraps of silk, satin and nylon in bright touch-me-feel-me colours ofdeep red, purple and fuchsia were her everyday favourites. Theycontrasted with the shiny black panties and black lace camiknickers thatshe sometimes wore when the mood prevailed.She selected a pair of deep red satin full-cut panties with lace trim atthe waistband and a little bow in the middle. They rasped gentlyagainst her nylons as they slithered up her legs. They contrastedmagnificently with black lace suspender belt and.