”“It was an invitation. It still is, but your hand could still be in trouble, you know.”“What?”She giggled. “If it hasn’t found another ...art of me to fondle later on.” “Um, Okay, I have a few ideas,” I said, with a quick look down at the modest curves in her gown with their almost hidden promise of beautiful breasts.“Pity. I was looking forward to teaching it some manners, like maybe to put it into a painful little joint lock and to hold it there for a while.”“A narrow escape! What a relief!”. I'm enjoying myself thoroughly though and don't care. She tastes good to me, a certain lemon-like sweet saltiness.I wrap my lips briefly around her clit and just hint at touching it with my tongue, then quickly nip at the tendon which tops the inside of her thigh. My cock is still comically dangling out of my pants as I kneel, continuing to lick at her.I laugh to myself, I can't see it, but I picture my cock steaming. Then I push my tongue all the way up inside her, as far as I can get it, and. We both had blonde hair and dark brown eyes and we were both in shape.I was 2 years older than her, we both were out of school and didn’t go to college. We had no need to, we would be rich for the rest of our lives, my then and there was to fuck Ashley as often as I could. I stepped in the shower and let the hot water wash over me, I ran my hands through my hair, closing my eyes and sinking into a world of my own as I enjoyed the feeling of the hot water on my body. I imagined me and her on a. I stretched and gently placed my hand on her left breast over her shirt. I squeezed and then began to massage her breast in a circular motion with the palm of my hand. With my free hand I tugged on her shirt and pulled her towards me creating a few inches of space between her back and the sofa. I slowly began to lean on her and we sank onto to sofa, the back of her head now nestled on the arm rest. I deftly began to undo the buttons of her blouse. Once all the buttons were unfastened, I lifted.