She opened the door and left him standing in the hallway. Inside, she slipped off her skirt and heels and stood in front of the mirror behind the door... looking at herself in the red sweater that came down only to the middle of her hips, her pink panties showing underneath the fishnet stockings. She ran her feet across the thick carpet, reveling in the sound it made, the feel of it on her feet.She moaned softly and put her hand on top of the sweater, caressing her nipples, luxuriating in the. Now for the moment of truth. I ran my tongue slowly but steadily into her crack and licked her secret hideaway. She groaned. “And that is not a sexual act?” she said, suppressing a laugh. “Not at all,” I said, and proceeded to lick her arse for all I was worth. She succumbed to the pleasure, moving around to get my tongue exactly where she wanted it. After a while she said, “Okay Ross.” She lay on her back and said “Okay. Things change. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time and I. “Oh fuck, that’s good!” she muttered to herself, making the cigarette jiggle up and down between her lips, as she felt her body being slowly suffused with that nicotine-induced pleasure she loved so much.“Like when you really need a piss, and at last you get to have one,” she had tried to explain to Charlie – the closest comparison she could think of for a non-smoker. But she knew that that was a poor metaphor. Because smoking was like nothing else on earth. It was the centre of her being, it. But he did not count 3. He pulled my underwear down and also his.He had held my hands and put his hard dick on my ass crack and also pressed my testicles. I felt a strong pain near my dick. I did not know his intentions. Nor at that time I knew what sex or GAY sex is. I was not able to see but his dick was really hard. I could feel the heat. He had held both my hands and put his knee on my ass so that I don’t move. He took hair oil from the dressing table and poured a bit of it on my ass hole..