"You can turn around now," I whispered as I stepped back from her after running my finger once more along her.She looked at me again, as I slowly put ...y wet middle finger into my mouth to taste her for the first time-licking it and sucking on it, all the while looking into her eyes. She bit her lips nervously again. Her eyes sent a message of a combination of surprise, apprehension and desire.I took the finger from my mouth and rubbed it along her lips. She opened her mouth for it. I removed. Alex did much of the housework,and generally kept things tidy--if only so his dad could find things withouthaving to go looking in odd corners, and come across some of thosethings Alex would prefer his father didn't know about.His father looked at Alex. "I think mum would be proud of us--certainlyof you. I thought you'd done the wrong thing when you left school andgot a job, but you're doing OK, aren't you?" Well, I like my job, and the people are fun. And I did get that bonus atChristmas. So. She was now moving her bottom upwards in sync with my tongue thrusting inside, signaling me to go deeper.Sonal: Oh, is that so? How did that happen?Her vowels were becoming a bit more tonal now. She tried her best to masquerade the sexual tension in her pussy. I was hoping her friend would get it, but no, nothing happened. This is becoming more of a challenge than I had imagined.I now pulled her legs on my shoulders, my head between them, and raised them up. I thrust my tongue as deep as it. It was interesting to say the least. For one, her family called him Bull, not to be derogatory, but as a term of affection due to his size. Everyone in his family called him Beau unless, you were his grandfather in which case it was Beaumont. The first time she had heard him called that she had giggled and he had shot her a look dark enough to kill. Beau wasn’t so bad but she still preferred Bull. So that was what she called him and if people gave her funny looks oh well. After a week of being.