It was soft, pink, tight and something you could munch on for days without getting tired of it. Deeper and deeper she went, before lifting back up slo...ly. She knew what she was doing, and she did it well. I ran my hand down her back and grabbed her perfect ass. She leaned back slightly and I could feel my dick grinding against her G-Spot, which made her gasp more. Up and down she rode, seeming like an absolute natural at it. After a while, I reached up and unhooked her bra, and out slid two. Tara could no longer deny that the incident from theprevious week had deeply aroused her, but she had vowed to not getinvolved with her ex-husband.Actually, Jason was fashionably late, and several guests had alreadyarrived when he got to Tara’s. When he arrived, asking where Tara was,he was told that she was in her bedroom freshening up. Uninvited, hewalked into the bedroom and closed the door. “Jason, you can’t be in here!” Tara protested, keeping her voice low. . Fortunately, the British were having even a worse time than us and they were a bit confused as to the fact that they were retreating from the American rabble or moving to a better defensive position nearer to New York City.I suspected that deep in their gut, most of the higher ranking officers understood without a doubt that their very survival depended on staying as close to the British Navy as possible in the hopes that the treacherous French did not rally to the Patriots side quick enough to. Dream come true and I was lucky. I started kissing all over body. Her legs are spread apart and my lips are softly kissing her inner thighs… Moving further up slowly. I slide my tongue up and down her moist, fleshy lower lips. Softly, delicately, almost hovering. All around her outer lips. She begin to perk up quickly as I start to French kiss her hot spot. Then, my fingers separate her folds and for the first time, my tongue touches her… Inside. It starts to slither in, in a circular motion,.