Her other hand grabs the back of my head to pull my mouth to hers. The woman’s tongue slides past my lips, going further than any woman’s tongue h...s gone before, deeper than any natural tongue should.I grasp the woman, running my hands over her strangely smooth, slightly clammy skin. I pull her against me, feeling her softness.She slips from my grasp to sit on the end of the bed. Now I see her tongue, long and prehensile like some kind of tentacle. It circles my cock, drawing it between her. Ab vo bra or petikot me thi. Me foran uth kar lobby me aa gaya bahar barish ho rahi thi. Tabhi bhabhi bhi aa gayee vo bra or penti me thi. Uff me bechain ho raha tha. Vo muskurai- boli me barish me nahane ja rahi hoon, tum nahaooge? Mene mana kiya to vo zabardasti mujhe barish me kheechne lagi. Me samajh gaya nahana hi padega.Phir bhi mene bahana kiya mere paas kapde or nahi hain ye bheeg jayenge to kya pehnoonga. Vo boli meri penti pehan kar naha lo phir apna nikkar pehan lena. Nahi mene mana. ”“Oh OK. Cool. I was just hanging out.” I could only hope that my voice didn’t betray my words and reveal my desperation.Lilly’s ten minutes turned into twenty but relief calmed my body when I saw a car pull into the drive and she made her way up the walk. I waited a bit after her first knock even though I was standing on the other side of the door. My stomach did back flips when I finally opened the door and saw her standing there.“Look at you! Don’t you look cute.” her words caused me to. And then we were served aTuscan feast, washed down with two bottles of Chianti classico from theirfamily vineyard in their home town of Greve in Chianti. I would rememberthis meal until I died.For starters, we had crostini with chicken liver pate, followed byribollita, a savory stew of vegetables and day-old bread. Cannellinibeans stewed with tomatoes, garlic and sage accompanied the main course:bistecca fiorentina, an amazing T-bone two inches thick, with a searedcrust on the outside and very.