Increasingly aroused, she fought of the urge to masturbate.At that same exact moment in his loft across town, Julian was completing sexual intercourse...with a young blonde Starbucks barista he had met the previous week. With his final thrusts, and as he came, he pictured Naomi.*Two weeks and two days later, Naomi's husband had taken their son out of town for a tee-ball tournament. On Sunday morning, Julian sent her a text. "I'm playing soccer today, should really have my physiotherapist there,". I've since learned that this is sometimes referred to as "motorboating". Liken it to the razzberry sound that is produced by sticking your tongue through fairly tightly pursed lips and blowing, sort of like blowing bubbles in the bath tub when you were young. As time went on I began to hear about the "g-spot" and tried putting a finger in her pussy and massaging her g-spot as I buzzed her clit and labia with my lips and tongue. She absolutely loved it, several times commenting that I should. Just, but not enough. Either a glimpse of your ass in that knee-high skirt, or if I shift, a glimpse of your breasts, pushing against the blouse. But not both at the same time. Damn.I shake my head to clear it of the fog of your body and start to pack up. I push my chair back from the desk and stand up. Fuck, I’ve been sitting all day. I need to get out of here. I turn around and start putting my laptop away and clearing the books. Clear my mind. It’ll be good to get home.“You find everything. We shared the beer and then we put on our clothes.Sushila looked at me and smiled. She came to me and said ‘thank you for a lovely time. My husband never fucks me…he is always drunk…you have really given me the best fuck of my life.’ She then turned to Preeta and said ‘I loved your pussy and balls too…you are very gori…and very lucky too to have a husband like this…please keep coming here and we can have great fucks again’.I told her ‘yes, we will come back and have a good time.’ She said ‘next.