"I think so, yes." Insistently, she pressed her mouth to my ear through my long hair. "Is her cunt wet? Is yours?" This startled me and I almost recoi...ed. She continued, louder than I would have liked, "You will never be an artist, never a real artist, unless you admit to yourself the effect the subject has on you. Is your cunt wet?" I nodded."Say it: say, 'my cunt is wet.'" I couldn’t. Exasperated, Isobel lifted her head from my shoulder, her hand still on the other."If I’d asked you when you. I was back to enjoying the turn of her ankle, as she moved effortlessly down the marble entry. Her skirt played with my eyes as did her hips, what a dance of fabric. I did not allow myself to think about what such a body might look like, though any variety of nude figures, paintings and drawing were nearby. She left as she had entered, capturing me with her movement. He was so imaginative in his youth, he believed calling her Scarlet was inventive and unique, and it stayed his name for her long. Gosh you are so pretty. After that last line he started to brush thehair away from my eyes a little bit, which was, um, titillating. Iinstinctively jerked back away from him so quickly that I almost knockedour drinks over! I started to glare at my mom and Jennifer for some helphere, but they smiled and turned their backs toward the other guys andthe dance floor.Ben had backed away a little bit, sensing how nervous I was. "It's beena long time since I've dated" is what I told him as a kind of. He tells me that I taste absolutely beautiful down there then he lifts my legs over his shoulders, burying his face in me. He makes a small humming noise with his mouth which makes my body spasm uncontrollably. I yell out that I am cuming. He hears that I am responding well to his tonguing so he hums even more loudly at my already protruding pulsating clit and darts my crevice, back and forth like a small penis Oh my god, its so fucking good, I can’t stand it. I beg him to fuck my pussy.We.