Which way to your flat?" Dave asked.Gail gave him directions and raced up the stairs when they got there, telling him she should only be five minutes....Dave thought the almost fifteen minutes she actually took wasn't too bad, as she came out wearing a loose fitting summer dress with thin shoulder straps exposing the sides of her breasts as well as a deep cleavage, the dress coming down to just above her knees. Dave suspected that she wore nothing else except the comfortable flat shoes. She was. (I remember I have a bottle of vitamins inside my purse. I use it to stuff in and out of my cunt.) I lick her outter lips slowly and sensually. I watch as her back begins to stiffen and her thighs tighten around my neck. She is mumbling something in her native tongue. My tongue is talking to her pussy. Telling it that I love the sweet nectar,the sticky juice that is flowing out into my hot waiting mouth. I hold her arms down and go in for the kill. My tongue flickers faster and faster over her. But then we were odd people, I realised that now. Two odd people who had somehow found each other, or rather Lily had found me.Work couldn’t end quickly enough for me on the Friday. As soon as it was over I was off like a shot. I parked myself at the end of her road, trying not to look too suspicious with my camera. In the event no-one challenged me, though one or two people did look inquisitively at me. Perhaps they thought I was paparazzi, even though it would be odd to find any celebrity in. The one where I let them decide how far they want to go.She squirmed some more, took my hand that had been in her panties a minute ago, and licked her juice off my fingers. The look in her eyes was pure lust, and it took everything I had in me to stop myself from ripping clothes off, and giving her the sex she was begging for. Meghan saw my reaction to licking her pussy juice off my hand, and started to take down her slacks."No. No ... no ... no. This is not going to be a.