Pulling apart I said “I’m gagging for it” she smiled and backward walked me over to the chair, as she pushed me into it she knelt down in front ...f me and opened my legs, running her hand up my slit I gasped, then she put her fingers into the waistband of my knickers and pulled them down, as she touched me she said “God you’re so wet” “I know” I answered.Parting my thighs as wide as they’d go she bent down and ran her tongue up my slit and nestled nicely on my clit, it was heaven. Slipping a. " Oh, Ashley, you have got to be shitting me." Before I could protest further, she started rocking back and forth on me, and I lost some composure."Come on, it'll be fun," Ashley assured me between heavy breaths."No, it won't" Her motions on me were making it more difficult to reason effectively."What are you going to do about it?" She smiled triumphantly. "Just let it happen. Like I said, you'll enjoy it."I capitulated utterly, losing my ability to object in the waves of pleasure she unleashed. I excused myself and tried to look away. But when I sneaked out I saw he started to get a hard-on. I tried to let go of my thoughts and moved back to dressing up for the dinner. During the years I had to buy lots of sexy lingerie and panties because of my constant wet pussy. I never really bought cheap stuff -always beautiful lace and silk. My black lace one, which was my favourite, was gone. Nowhere to be found. Well maybe I should skip panties today I said to myself. I decided to just wear. Not unusual but sometimes annoying.She heard the door open I guess and turned her head and her mouth fell open. She stopped in mid-lift and her eyes got real big and then she squealed, rolled over to show me her fine ass and bulging vulva and started to crawl away. I pounced on her, pulled her to me and let my fast-hardening ram slide up her tight-lipped crack and poke at her tiny clit under its fold of skin. I don’t remember who showed where that thing hid, some girl I ate. She whimpered and I.