My tongue, dipping occasionally into the entrance of your vagina. It was so annoying that when I’d first begun to use my tongue inside you that you...heard the gate latch and you were off the lounger in a flash, leaving me gasping at what I was almost certainly on the point of being able to bring you to an orgasm. But that’s life, and so I too pulled my shorts on and followed you downstairs. I was pleased two weeks later when you missed the dog walking exercise to come up to the sun deck and. You think to yourself.“Damn, and that is just my facial feature,” you laugh out loud. You have always had an athletic-built, 6 foot even, only 185 lbs, some of your buddies once told you if you born in a different era. Someone would think you belong to the Aryan race. However, things couldn’t get any better for you in this day of age. Your Mark Ruyle 25, still single, however still looking, just couldn’t keep a girl long enough. They were always jealous of the other girls staring at you and. I felt something on my belly button. She started spitting in my belly hole. (It’s button ok but am chubby so it’s kinda a hole for me) So she filled my belly hole with her saliva and started putting candle wax around my belly button. It felt good and hot at the same time.I tried to move but she sat very firmly on my face and held my hands with her legs. Then she slowly started bringing the candle up to my chest and put a few drops on each of my nipples. She then started playing with my nipples. Possibilities had opened up that I had never allowed myself to consider. I was about to find out what I had missed.The night had started as normal. Emma and I were just two in a mixed group of about a dozen who went out for a drink after work on Friday nights. We had a few early drinks at a pub near the university that was dodgy even by local standards, then left before its clientele got too drunk. We ate at a cheap kebab shop, then carried on though to a louder pub that let you get cheaply.