I spread the edges and was met by the fragrant cloud I expected, and I gazed into the beauty of the shiny-wet pink hole that was the source of the jui...es that smelled and tasted so wonderful. However, looking at a pussy and smelling and tasting one are nowhere near as much fun as licking a sexy woman there, and I started with the small drops that had spattered on the insides of Karen's thighs. Besides savoring the juices, I delighted in the smooth and soft skin under my tongue, until I had. As you all know. I go crazy for a woman’s breast. I started to kiss her perfectly round breast. I managed to lick every inch of her cleavage and I turned her around.I started to kiss her lower back and feel her ass with my hand. She was feeling ticklish so I soon started to lick her back rather than just kiss it. She now lay in a very sexy posture where she had folded her hands above her head in different directions and her legs pressing tight against each other to control her wet itching. I was madder at myself than I was at her. When I was hung over, which I wasn't today, I liked to blame the Irish. All of my drunken Irish DNA. The genes that made me drink, that drove me to towering rages and depressed misery, that lost me jobs and girlfriends. A truly heartrending story, if only it were true.She had new muscles in her ass, and flexed them. Kathleen knew me better than I knew myself. We had grown up together in the same Boston Irish neighborhood. Blocks filled with c***dren of. That was good enough for me and I knew Mr. Bell had things well in hand, so I thanked him and Mr. Bell, assured them both that I fully accepted Mr. Hillman's apology and that I harbored had no bad feelings.That seemed to satisfy them. Mr. Hillman shook hands again with us and left.I stayed on my feet in case Mr. Bell was ready to take me back to work. He saw my hesitancy and waved to the chair, so I sat back down and waited. He seemed to be contemplating something, so I left him alone and.