I am dripping wet. My nipples are stuck out in appreciation. So is his cock I notice through his shorts. I lick my lips and he catches me staring. He ...miles and slides his hands over both nipples catching them in his fingers. I gasp as he rolls them around and tugs on them. I'm moaning I cant help it. "Close your eyes you're supposed to be relaxing" He continues his assault on my nipples then I feel his lips lock around one of them his tongue dancing over it. I am definitely not imagining it. ‘Now’, she said, ‘about my dessert. Yours was cold and delicious but mine will be hot and wild.’ Her hands slid under my skirt and moved up over the cheeks of my ass before spreading me open so her thumbs could rub into my anus. She pushed me down even further over the countertop and bent to lick me there, spitting into me as she spread the opening bigger and bigger. Her tongue probed into me over and over, and seemed to go deeper with each thrust. Just as I was really getting into it, she. And we started fucking, but not every time we met. Quickies to start, over the edge of the table, or quickly on my bed upstairs. Always with a condom.Then, one day, David visited and we just got a little carried away. I sucked him and he was really hard, throbbing. I was so turned on. We were upstairs and I just turned round, bent over and told him to fuck me. He asked for a condom but I didn’t have any. We paused, but I just told him to do it anyway. (I knew he was faithful and I was not. Then she did the thing that eternally baffles mainlanders... she abandoned the patois she most frequently used and spoke in clear, precise and perfectly enunciated English."Thank you," she said simply. "The dance you have just seen might properly be labeled a theatrical version of our native dances and bears about as much resemblance to the real thing as oatmeal mush does to poi. You've been a great audience and I think you are entitled to view the Hawaiian hula-hula in its original form, and.