And anyway, the real point is, we may never get a chance to do something like this again”. He let that point sink in. By now Ida knew that this was ...omething that meant a great deal to Art, and she weighed how embarrassed she’d feel against the specter of disappointing her husband, whom she adored.“Just one rest area to the next?” she asked. “Yes, and you can pick the rest areas, if you like” he said, almost disbelieving that she would do it. She paused and thought for awhile. “Okay” she said. He hesitated.“Now.”For the first time in his life, he removed a woman’s underwear from a woman—and not a mannequin.“Go down on me,” she said to him.“I, I’m not sure what to do,” he said, feeling stupid.“Get the fuck down there and do something,” she said.He quickly positioned himself between her legs and slid down to face her vagina. He touched, poked, prodded, penetrated, rubbed, licked, and kissed. He explored every inch of her.“Mm, little virgin boy,” she groaned and chuckled.He licked. He. Remembering caused my body toreact to the stimulus, and my nipples, just slightly out of the water,hardened in anticipation. I ran the fingers of one hand down over mysternum, between my floating breasts.Continuing down, I lightly traced around my bellybutton. I paused for amoment, wondering if I should get it pierced. I'd always thought therewas something extra sexy about a woman with a pierced navel. However,my musing was only for a second or two, then I went back to the task athand.. I could tell from her gasps and sharp body movements that she wasn’t going to last much longer. I drew my tongue up the channel of her pussy to her treasure. I used my fingers to retract her clit’s protective hood and expose her precious bud, then dipped down and stroked her with my tongue. She squealed and stiffened. I let my tongue work its magic, stroking her up and down, side to side, circling, probing and poking, the tip and the flat, slow and fast. I tried very hard to back off when it.