My pussy is filled by his fat long tongue and I feel it pressing into my cervix as it wiggles inside me. I'm lost, given over to the forces in my body...as I feel his tongue opening me deep inside, moving continously in ways no human could ever emulate. My arms extend along the top of the park bench and I have to grip the rail tightly to keep from grabbing his head and pulling him to me as I hunch hard into his wonderful laving. I feel myself racing towards orgasm and my mind screams no, no, not. She said, she would love to and I invited her over to my place for some cocktails jamming session and some good chicken also prepared by me (yah..yah.. I make good chicken too.. But only chicken). She came over a Saturday to my place in the morning around 11AM and I started making cocktails for her and me and also cooking the lunch. We started talking about like in general and how it used to be when we dated and how it is to be married and all.After a few rum cocktails, I made some vodka. Please, Liz."Slowly I started massaging all the little kinks out of her body. While doing that, I also did my best to tease her. I could sense that slowly she was getting aroused. I smiled to myself as I truly believed that intercourse was much more fun if both parties were enjoying it. While I was massaging her backside, and her ass in particular, I was already fully hard and the smell coming from her didn't help at all. Neither did it help that she got a small orgasm at the end of the back. I have every intention of providing Nathan with more than some educational counseling. When he enterted my living room I asked him to have a seat on my couch. I took a seat across from him in a matching Chaucer winged chair, Queen Anne style.I asked Nathan, "Nat" if he would like something to drink but he declined. We started off with him giving me a brief history of his educational history and what is GPA is. During our discussion I would cross and recross my legs. Each time giving him more.