My tongue, moist and free now licks slowly over your hard nipple. I hear you moan. I pull away and glance up at your cute face. Your eyes still shut, ...ou appear still in slumber.I lean down and with the tip of my tongue I lick down your cleavage. My fingers carefully peel back the sheet, like a wave receding from the shore. I kiss your supple skin that adorns your perfect stomach. I see your belly rise and fall, and there it is, my destination, your belly button; a seemingly innocent hole. I. My busy fingers found their way under the leg band of her panties and felt her hot wet pussy. I stroked up and down her lips as she pushed her chair back a little and leaned back. There was only one old couple in the periodical section reading the papers so I decided to go for it. I worked my hands up the back of her thighs then her panties down and off. The little lift of her hips was the only assent I needed got up on my knees and kissed my way along her legs till I reached that sweet, sweet. Donald decided to take a risk, since she seemed to want this."It would be easier if you took your tunic off as well," he suggested, "Then it can't get in the way."He held his breath as she considered this request. Would she strip for him, or did she not think a bare arse counted as nudity?"All right," she said, to his profound relief.She hung her tunic in the cupboard carefully and put her knickers away too. Donald was entranced by the sight of this young girl, dressed only in a brassiere,. She tossed the idea as quickly as it came, her little bell on a tether was in a tin next to her desk, in easy reach here, but so far away from the bed. She slowly smoothed her hands down her stomach, closing her eyes to feel silk press against her, her hands moving down and around to go down her thighs. One hand made its way to the waistband of her boy-shorts, a single finger teasing the skin above her panties. Again, his words come to mind, prompting her to fetch her tether while she splayed.