So I decided to go with flow instead of making a stupid move.She came out from the kitchen and served me some snacks and a glass of orange juice. Whil... putting the plate and the glass on the table she bent and heaven all I can say. Her boobs were like completely visible just her nipples were hidden. The boobs were much fairer compared to her other visible skin. They were looking like big balls of white paneer. The amusing thing was that she sat down giving me a smile like nothing happened. By. As I begin to stream my cum out of my pussy you put your lips to me to catch my nectar and lap it up. As soon as I have finished squirting on your face you turn me round and stand me up and kiss me deeply. You instruct me to clean my cum off your face - which I do with kisses and my tongue - savouring every taste of me. You then kneel me down slowly on a cushion and offer me your cock. It still tastes of me and your piss. You again instruct me to lick it clean. I take it in my mouth - caressing. I couldn't back away from the relationship we already had. So, I left the bench, walked up through the park and had sausage and chips for lunch in the Forge Dam café. For once, I didn't have my laptop open; I was living the story, not writing it.I drive an old Austin FX4 – a 'black cab' – it's slow, and heavy, but there's loads of room in it. The doors are big enough to get a wheelchair through. We drew up near her flat, which was on the ground floor of one of the large, sprawling seventies. He could feel her breath on his lips as he brushed against hers, then running his tongue along her neck as they began to grind against each other, teasing her neck with his teeth as he groped her ass. She bit his lip gently; feeling his cock begin to throb she ran her hand between his legs, gently squeezing, then rubbing her hand against him as they pushed their tongues into each others' mouths, sliding against each others. He slid his groping hand under her skirt, pushing his fingers towards.