My nose nestled into the sparse strawberry curls around her wet pussy, and my tongue came out, sliding in to taste her juices, savoring her, and then ...oving up until it touched her clit and I heard her gasp, a gasp that turned to a moaning yes. My tongue moved in slow circles around her clit, teasing, tempting, listening for her to tell me to go faster, slower, harder, softer. I made direct contact at last, and felt her shiver. I continued licking, first with the flat of my tongue, then the. "What the fuck are you doing?" a male voice screamed.Before Ally could even register whose voice it was, Bruiser was yanked off the top of her. She opened one eye just in time to see Barclay's fist make contact with Bruiser's face. She winced at the sound and cringed as blood began running from his nose."Stop!" she cried, sitting up in the bed and covering herself with the sheet. "It's not his fault!"Barclay ignored her, enraged at what he saw. "I trusted you, man!" Barclay shouted, sticking an. She was beginning to think I was avoiding her. ‘I didn’t get to thank you for what you did for me that night,’ she said. ‘I don’t need any thanks. I didn’t think about what I did whilst I was doing it. I was acting on instinct. Most people would have done the same thing.’ ‘But you aren’t most people, are you? You were my guardian angel that night and a gentleman too! I will never forget the way you gave me your jacket and wrapped that blanket around me. I could see that you were trying not to. Nice to meet you." She giggled as I edged back down into the shade, rubbing my head."Sorry. Maybe I'll see you later. Hope so. You're awfully cute." As she vamped away, making an obvious effort to swing her practically naked ass, fussing with her top, I supposed to get the tit back in, I thought "Cute?" I'm approaching forty, for god's sake, consider myself handsome, in a patrician sort of way, and six foot two. Cute? Then I cursed myself for letting a little girl shake me up so. I kept telling.