."Eat me!" you yelled, spreading your legs apart. .I moved my mouth to your wet thong, desperate for your pussy, moving my tongue up down the wet silk... material, pushing it into you with my tongue, the frustrating barrier driving both of us insane. "Eat me! Eat me!" you screamed, your hands on my head pulling me into your pussy.Your words forced me to move your thong aside, my tongue now licking your wet swollen pussy lips, your ass lifting off the couch trying to fuck my tongue."Oh, that feels. It would just take time. Time and careful preparation on my part. But she called my hand before I could bet, because she began dating again, much to my disapproval.On the night that she finally thought it was safe to bring her boyfriend home (she thought that I was out with my friends), I had staked out the whole place, particularly her bedroom door. They talked and drank for some time before they boldly ventured towards her bedroom.I saw them both as she led him up the stairs and into the. Your legs glide past each other oiled by your inner juices. Your hands raise your pulse rate and emotions. Your breathing deepens as you slide your hands up to your breasts and begin to squeeze and knead them. Your nipples harden even more, aching to be touched and when you respond you gasp. It's all beginning to spiral towards an inevitable peek. Your right hand is unable to resist. It drops from your breast and heads swiftly over your belly and between your legs. Control gone you learn back. .she couldn't understand why she was so turned on by these beasts demands upon her body…but she was most certainly now theirs…and they were taking everything they could from her.The traffic police had noticed the Jag that seemed to be a bit out of place in this part of Brixton, and had been following at a distance? As the Jag slowed down, they quickly discovered what was occurring. Sex in public was against the law!The officers dick started to twitch in his pants as he saw what he thought was.