Our pleasure is in our clits and pussy slits. That is where you must concentrate. Freud had it all wrong about vaginal and clitoral orgasms. Let me sh...w you.” Flattening my tongue, I lapped Catherine’s spread pussy from her hole to her clit a few times. At the top of my tongue swipe, I harden my tongue to add more pressure on her pleasure knob. Shifting my focus just to her clit, I softly bit her love button and twirled my tongue around it. At the same time, I moved the knuckle of my index. All I could do was try to enjoy myself while in Milwaukee, and deal with Stacy when I returned home, or at least that’s what I kept telling myself. A guy who has withdrawn from a relationship is a dangerous one at best, and ultimately that’s what I was, so in my mind, I had nothing to lose, because I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop, and trying to figure out how to get out of a relationship I no longer wanted. After eight years of constant fighting, and struggle to find a comfort. Catherine was really starting to enjoy herself, as she usually did when she was dressed in her hot-looking dancing clothes and 'come-fuck-me' high-heeled shoes, and was shaking it out on a dance floor. She always enjoyed being seen and desired by guys. She had bent over and was deliberately grinding her very lovely ass into Belton's groin at times, or rubbing her thighs along Belton's leg and he was groping her appreciatively as they moved. Belton, for his part, was being discreet enough, but. They're sixteen, legal to do it. I don't know." Remember, during the day, when we're not here, they can do anything they like," I said and she agreed."I suppose, if they both want to sleep together, maybe we should let them." I think I agree. What about displays of affection around us? Holding hands, cuddling on the sofa watching television, kissing?" she asked me."Maybe we should ask them if this is love or just sex?" Um, maybe we should ask that separately, to each one privately?" she told.