I flipped it up and walked over to a big shelf with plastic drawers where it had pencils, pens, markers, etc. I was looking and digging for a mechanic...l pencil because who really wants a regular pencil. Not me. It was taking forever; everyone goes through his pencil shelf. Ah hah, I finally found one. I closed the drawer and turned around to find Mr. Ferguson standing right behind me. He didn’t say anything and neither did I. He leaned in to kiss me. I backed up and hit the shelf almost. I was now facing Her well-muscled back, my shaft still against Her perineum. I jerked Her firm, well-rounded, buttocks tight against my pelvis. I shifted my hips allowing my knob to fall between Her lips and into the vestibule to Her center. I wrapped my sword arm around Her and thrust my fingers in between Her moist petals then gently slid them forward to Her clit. Gently, I stroked it once. Then began to draw slow, gentle circles around it with a finger tip. She hummed softly. My shield hand. I stop just short of that spot and slowly lick my way back down, then back up again always deliberately stopping just short of that spot. I decide after a very short time that I can’t deny you, or myself, any longer and slide my tongue all the way up and quickly and firmly lick you right there. I clamp my mouth down on you and suck on you while I lick you. You moan and gasp, your excitement building as I continue to suck and lick you. You gasp again, louder this time and call my name as I slide. .. just riding it on me, or she on me, or fucking on all fours. Too little for the vicious inside ...So boredom led me into a chat to meet other women and enjoy other sexual experiences.carrying this in secret, every night I contacted looking for my ideal female. After a few weeks, I began to get intimate with a woman from another city, a six-hour drive from my city.For obvious reasons I will not say her real name, I will call her Jun.Jun was a 51-year-old woman at the time, ruby-haired with.