I reached down and spread her lips to get a better view of her beautiful pussy. There is only one word that comes to mind to describe it and that is p...istine.I started blowing my hot breath on her clit and started lightly touching it with my tongue. She moaned and said something about God. I slowly increased the tempo of my licking. I knew we were in for the long haul. She had mentioned in one of our conversations that she liked to be spit on, and I didn’t want to disappoint. I spit on her. I wasrocking back ever harder on the massive cock that filled me, my free handbeginning to stroke my own, as I moaned out "Oh God, you're cock feels sohard in my tight puss..." In the middle of being about to really go girlyand call my arse my pussy, I stopped and stared astounded. Maybe Mark hadhired a stripper after all, although this was a particularly inopportunetime for her to come in. I might have looked like a hot blonde bride fromabove the waist but with my panties discarded, the hard. ” Sometimes I cringed at the way I think about things and the way I always seem to be of the habit of revealing them.Half hanging her head, Phyllis spoke as she drew nearer, “Well what I didn’t tell you this afternoon was that my flight back to Florida was scheduled for tonight. And truthfully, that was where I was and where I was headed. And though you might think ill of me for saying this, frankly, I was ready to leave after spending ten days with my daughter. Don’t get me wrong, I love her. .. within reason," I answered.So she hesitantly took the head of my dick between her lips and touched it with her tongue. Evidently deciding that wasn't so bad (which, given that it must have tasted of sweat, sperm, pussy juice and blood, was a pretty courageous decision), she went ahead and allowed more of my shaft into her mouth, running her tongue up and down the underside of it. That pretty much did it for me; my recovery was complete. I was rigid and ready for action.If this was her first.