This is the story about one memorable experience from that site and the only encounter that was interesting enough to carry some aspects of it into an...ther relationship...but more on that later.Helen was a housewife who was slightly older than me, 37 to my 33. She had a lean body with small tits and a firm little ass. Her profile pictures showed as much, she was layed out next to a pool in a skimpy bikini in one of them and was wearing an open blouse over a bra in the other. Both pictures. You don’t seem to be having the best of nights yourself!’ a simple off hand comment can pique her interest in your situation or maybe lead you towards finding out hers. You follow that up with ‘Trouble with the boyfriend?’ to find out if she’s in a relationship or not, if she is in the rebound zone or it can have her open up and explain her problems. Your polite, your oblivious to her appearance, strong, confident, well dressed and an open ear. Women trust these things. They will open up to. And pound her I did. And she hugged me. It was the first time I had been hugged by pussy. Walls came towards me and actually squeezed me in a loving hug. I had never felt anything like it. Pussy and I became fast friends.Things were going well until Master threw me a curveball. I told you before he struggles with his aim sometimes. That is what I thought was happening. My one eye spied pussy, and I prepared myself for her delights, but Master steered me lower. He smothered me in a liquid that. She was soaking wet, and he licked up every droplet, savoring the taste and texture on his tongue. Up and up he went, until he felt the tiny bump at the very top of her crease, and placing his lips on either side, pressed down to pop her clitoris out, so he could worship it, now. His tongue struck one more time, and made her cry out, again, as she pushed his face deeper into her. His tongue would go over her clit, and then enter her vaginal passage, making her bow her back and yell. He enjoyed.