Suck them”, her eyes were full of lust.I sucked her boobs again.“Aaah”, she cried out when I pinched her nipple.“Da, don’t be so hard”“D...n’t you like it?” I asked.“Wu.. like it”, she answered.I kissed down toward her tummy. Her pussy was already flowing. The bed sheet under her was already wet.“I am going to lick your pussy dry,” I promised.“Ooh”, she purred.She parted her thighs and raised her legs as she presented her wet pussy to me. I rubbed a little with my right hand.“Aah.. Rub it more,. I knew he had found her sensitive clitoris, since my sensual wife was now moaning loud, breathing hard with her eyes closed.I knew she was close to get a nice wild climax; I was right…She suddenly moved her hips up to match his tongue and she came, crying like a bitch in heat. Ana then fell back onto the bed and she grabbed the guy’s head, pushing it deeper into her crotch. She looked at me, while she cried in tears her shivering orgasm….As she panted she sat up and smiling at the stranger, she. ‘He loves those pictures of me in my lingerie, though god knows why.’ ‘Oh come on,’ Sandra said, not buying it for a moment. ‘You’ve got model-good looks, and he just knows what he’s got. He’s damn lucky, and he knows it. Which,’ she added, ‘scores him big-time brownie points. Most women don’t have men who appreciate them.’ I could almost hear Lesley beam through the phone. ‘True,’ she said, ‘which is why I’m taking the pictures. I think I’ll surprise him with them a little later. I like to. "Hey," I ventured. "Got some time to kill? We could head over to my place and get some studying done."Her face lit up, but in a relieved way and not with any of the sort of blush that usually rose into a girl's cheeks when I invited them to go somewhere private with me. Throughout the entire course of our friendship, Sasha had never shown any interest in me sexually or romantically – quite the opposite, actually – and I didn't expect that to change now. In the aftermath of losing a boyfriend.