.. alternating between my tongue and the peach, working in and out of her sweetness. She tasted better than the peach, so I swallowed the slice and co...tinued to lick into her Kitty. She grinned into my tongue, she took her hands put them on my head - I had her! I moved down and lade in between her legs. I took a slice of peach and put it in her mouth, "What does this taste like?" Instead of answering, she asked me not to stop... she continued to grind on my tongue and I continued to work on her. Flickering oil lamps lit the taproom, one on each of the tables and two or three on the counter. The tables were almost as dirty as was the floor, there were no pillows on the ramshackle chairs and benches, from the stove in the corner came puffs of smoke and too much heat. I had had my share of dubious food and cheap wine, but was not drunk — it would not have been a good idea for a woman on her own to get drunk in such a place. I was tired, but not sleepy. I did not want to think — or rather,. ‘Really – anything?’ queried the manageress. I closed my eyes for a moment, and accepted my fate: ‘Yes,’ I mumbled, ‘whatever you want, I promise.’The manageress looked at me for a long moment, and then smiled in anticipatory satisfaction. I was certainly an attractive prospect for any predatory lesbian, with the combination of my blossoming figure and naive innocence, all prettily packaged in traditional school uniform. I was wearing sensible black shoes and white socks which came nearly up to. This time it was so much smoother.“Ah…Uh…” Liz on longer felt any pain at that point. Chris checked that Liz didn’t bleed or anything. So he’s ready to offer the real deal.“You feel better? Now I’m gonna push deeper, okay? I’m gonna start fucking you, okay?” Chris said.“Ah.. Yes, fuck me please…” Liz got horny and can’t wait to feel the amazing part of sex after the pain. She held her legs up and wide open for him to go deeper.Her reaction made Chris more excited, so he started pushing in. Liz.