“God, you weren’t kidding, Leslie. He feels so good,” she says as she grips my husband muscular arms, indenting his skin with her nails. “You...like my husband’s cock don’t you, my sweet?” “Yes,” she pants. Her cries of pleasure are driving me wild, every thrust sends her closer. I straddle her face, facing my husband. Immediately her tongue plunges inside me, licking and tasting wildly. Bryan pulls my face to his and kisses me with intensity and passion. We part, our foreheads still touching,. You may touchyourself.”She pushed the door shut, heard the lock click, slippedout of her panties, and then swung her leg back up onthe chair — she was going to give me a show.Determined to enjoy it to the fullest, I sunk to myknees, so that my eyes were at cunt level. She proceededto slowly massage her pussy, moving her fingers in andaround every little spot, so as to show me. But afterlistening to my wife’s performance on the phone, she wasclearly very aroused, and she. I was giving her the best tongue lashing I was capable of doing while still retaining my amateur status. Cunnilingus is by far one of my favourite pass times. Frankly, if I’d have permanently broken my penis in the bathroom door incident, I probably would have happily continued life as long as I could practice oral arts on Sammi’s beautiful pussy for as long as I lived.She is into it as well, and on this particular evening, my ministrations were eliciting some very favourable responses from. Certainly, he plays sports; Sunday football, a little squash or some tennis in the summer, but the post match beer is getting harder to shift and the legs don’t quite carry him around the court like they used to do.Likewise, she swapped her eye shadow for eye cream and her lipstick for rejuvenating moisturiser a couple of years back, and although her wardrobe bulges at the seams half of it is too small or too short; though none of it dare be thrown away in case the next miracle diet really does.