Personally, I love giving pleasure. So making her moan to my pussy eating skills was on the top of my to-do list for the weekend.We met with a hug and...a casual lip kiss because obviously, a Hi or a handshake would be disrespecting the sexual energies we had building up in each other since so long. I wanted to take her down right there and then in her black shirt and tight jeans. She looked so drop-dead, yummy. I couldn’t take my eyes off those buttocks I tell you.So here it begins,She was a. "Hmmm, how I relish the aroma of another woman's pussy." She rubs her clit with great vigour as I lap her juices with my slithery tongue."Sit down," she commands softly, "I want to ride your cock. I want to feel you deep inside me."Her arms are around my shoulders, legs locked tightly around my waist, as her tiny arse begins to sway with the thrusts. Her motions suggest that she needs it really badly, pushing down hard on me with all her weight."Oh my God!" I whimper, "I'm going to come." Yes. Even in the subdued light she looked incredible; all I could think of was the possibility of enjoying the feelings with her as I had with Brenda. She studied the image; a young girl on her back had her knees bent, the male on top of her, his shaft buried in her noticeably moist cunt, his balls hanging. Both showed very distinctive, slightly opened assholes. A creamy liquid coated the lower section of the girl’s pussy; a stream just reached the opening of her asshole. The image was having its. The maidBess knew, and would gossip, quite surely, to her friends who cleanedthe houses around town. And now several gay men knew, staring at her,and a gardener, perhaps shoveling manure outside in the yard, he knewall about Kate too, how her lover had brought her and how she’d agreedto come. The curtains were useless. They may have been made of lead, itmade no difference, for everyone in the house knew what was transpiringin the breakfast room. If Kate were whipped they would hear.