You should do that more often. You know, I don’t ALWAYS need to be treated gently,” she told me with a wicked grin. “Now get the fuck out of my ...ay and finish me off.”Wow, she rarely talked to me like that.“Oh my God, we’ve never tried this before,” she blurted out as she peered through the telescope again.I squatted on the floor between her separated legs, my hands on her thighs. I gently dabbed at her clit with my tongue.“Stop wasting time!” she said as she shoved my face right into her. Even farther back, in the years before Paul Warren when the club had been so awful for so long, the Orioles often had given their fans false hope in the early months of the season.Then they'd drop like a rock, failing badly during the clutch days of August and September.Since Warren had taken over, the team had become a lot more reliable, but, let's face it, even Warren hadn't gotten them into the World Series yet. Not even once. Playoffs? Yes. American League Championship Series? Yes -- once,. I removed the hooks behind her chudi tops and made her tops lose and lowered them down a little. There were those melons of my dream. She wore a dark pink bra and the white skin tone of her was too perfect for my second hard-on. I directly pounced on her boobs and started licking them above her bra.I kept crushing the other boob. Sensing my hard-on she again removed my zip and took out my dick and started playing with it. I was busy licking her boobs above the bra. Slowly I removed her bra and. Her delicately formed ears, her vermilion hands, her little feet, curved and tender as the lotus-bud, glitter with the brilliancy of the loveliest pearls of Ceylon, the most dazzling diamonds of Golconda. Her narrow and supple waist, which a hand may clasp around, sets forth the outline of her rounded figure and the beauty of her bosom, where youth in its flower displays the wealth of its treasures, and beneath the silken folds of her tunic she seems to have been modeled in pure silver by the.