And we never found out why.For the last half hour I had been expertly tutored in the art of pleasuring a pussy. It was my first up close and personal ...xperience with a pussy - yes I had led a very sheltered sexual life.The pussy in question belonged to Heather, a 34 year old married lady who had seduced me. Yep, she had made all the moves. I had learnt that her husband had taught her much sexually, but had started to stray lately in search of younger women.Her seduction of me was her way of. ’ ‘Three. The husbands of the women I fucked.’ ‘Is that why you think I fixed you up with them?’ ‘Nadia said that is why you fixed me up with her, you wanted to fuck her husband.’ ‘She was delusional, so was he. He wanted me all right but I did not want him. I wanted her. Check that, I wanted her tits. I don’t know what her reasoning was to say that I wanted her husband since she complained constantly about what a lousy lay he was. She still raves about your lovemaking and pesters me trying to. Now inside my fingers reached up behind her clit and rubbed that spot that would ensure her release. Then it happened and her body quaked and shivered, at least one of her hands shot up to stifle the surprised scream came as I quickened my oral affection after each cascading orgasm. At a time of my choosing, when her panting breath told me she’d had enough, I knelt before her and raised her ankles above my head. My hunger for her was not sated by mouth but merely channeled in to my throbbing. I look down at the paper it has her lipstick print on it. So you knew we were going to have a second date before our first? I laughed She smiled. Well you knew too. Good night Chris. She drove away. We talked on the phone every day until the weekend. The festival was awesome, we had such a great time. We started spending more time with each other. We went on a total of 12 dates in a row basically. I really liked her a lot. The cheek kissing was terrible, my hands wanted to explore her body, my.