He put a hand on my hip and turned on the TV and then I looked over at him and blurted, without the slightest twinge of embarrassment, “When are you...going to kiss me?” He opened his mouth to answer but didn’t say anything, he just sort of blinked as the images on the television screen reflected off his Georgio Armani glasses. So I just sort of leaned over and put my lips on his lips. And then, 17 years of curious agitation resolved: “Is that it?” I thought. That kiss… wait, was that a kiss? It. Sometimes they just wanted totake the lead in a date situation. Jessie had entire responses down forappearing demure and shocked at the hand running up his skirt,unhooking his stockings, and beyond.One time he was challenged to an arm wrestling contest. He made sure helost at least half the time, and made her work for it.He did a lot of shampoo and massage work. One time he was takenshopping. She had him try on clothes and critique hers ownselections...And yes, he had sex. He was very good at. I returned my tongue to her pussy and started to really work it, giving equal time to her clit and to pushing my tongue into her pussy. Her juices had really begun to flow and I lost track of the passage of time; my whole world was her pussy and giving her pleasure. at some point, I felt her reach back and undo my trousers, release my prick and start to slowly move her hand up and down my shaft. I could feel her body start to vibrate and, as her orgasm began, she clamped my head between her. Once we finish dinner, the waiter leave you walk behind him then lock the door. You say that you’re ready for more now. You walk back over to me and unzip my dress. It falls to the floor in a pool of silk and I’m left in my matching bra and garder belt and heels. We start to make out on the table as I start to take your shirt off. You kiss me from my lips all the way down to my clit. I ask if your going to take my underwear off but you tell me no you want to leave them on because I look so hot.