’ Taking a terry washcloth, he deftly pulls wide her lips, drying every bit of moisture from her. Bumping her clit, he sees as the hood tries to cov...r it in protection. Holding it back with his thumb, he begins to slightly rub her clit with the cloth. He knows how she loves friction on her clit, often she will dry herself as he goes down on her saying she wants to feel his tongue drag against her. Satisfied that she is dry enough, he picks up his first implement of teasing torment. Beginning. Betty glanced over when she heard the door open and her cheeks turned a bright red. " Actually I am thirsty," I said as I let my pants drop to the floor. " I thought you might be thirsty too," my face gleamed with sexual intent. " I-I'm not. Please get out of my room!" she said as she held a shirt against her chest.I stepped inside the bedroom and closed the door. I walked toward her and snatched the shirt off her chest revealing her breasts. Betty let out a gasp " OOOH " when I had torn off. He loosened his tie and placed it on the bed, where he could find it for later. He started at her feet, drawing a slow continuous line up the inside of each leg with his tongue. She did well not to move, but he could hear her sigh, as he reached her lower thighs He then started back at her feet and left soft feather-light kisses along the line traced by his tongue. Again, she did not move, but sighed deeper when he reached her thighs. Jack made sure to stop before the top of her thighs, not too. Her lips were separated a tiny bit from running his finger through it. He pushed her lips together so it was just a single line. None of her inner folds stuck out through them. Then he did the opposite, pulling her lips as far apart as they would go. Leaving them spread apart, he pulled his hands back and admired her pinkness for a bit. Sandy had very tiny inner lips, but had what looked to him to be a sizable clitoral hood at the top of her hole.Warren brought a finger up to her clit and.