Finally, he planted a kiss on her pussy lips.“Oh, Marilyn.” When he pushed her knees apart, she spread them as wide as she could. He used his fing...rs to open her outer lips. His lick on her inner ones sent heat spreading through her body. Gently, agonizingly slowly, he licked them apart. She reached down to grab his hair and pull him against her. He said something, indistinct in his position, but it sounded positive. The strokes of his tongue went further and generated more excitement each. We were both nicely buzzed at this point from the alcohol so somehow in this conversation she said "I think you are hot and I want to sleep with you." Dating mostly 'good' girls in the past I was not used to having it this easy- or direct! Game on! Circled back to my friends and told them the plan and said I'd see them tomorrow. I'd figure out how to get back to my friends and my car 2 hrs away in the morning. Right now, pussy was calling!At this point let me describe M. She was about. " I said."No, if you want me to move you'll have to move me." He replied."Okay, no problem."I jumped on him and started to tickle him, I knew he hated to be tickled and he was yelling at me to stop. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight to his body to stop me using my hands to tickle him some more. My face was on his chest and I could feel his cock hardening against my leg. I felt embarrassed but Paul didn't react and didn't seem bothered about it."Will you stop tickling me if I let. Shivers went through me at the feel of silkon my skin throughout the day. Driving home, I reflected on the men at work. I’d datedand bedded more than a few of them with the sameresults. Being a high-powered female executive with thepower to hire and fire seemed to always get in the wayof relationships. Most of the men I finally did go outwith were just as stuffy in bed as out.The workday was finally over and after the usual hourlong commute I was home. Opening the door I wished fora.