She lets out a sensual whine and crumbles back unto the bed. I pull out the vitamin bottle. It is covered with my cum. I hear giggling from outside th... stall. I guess I must have really gotten into that fantasy. I was a little embarrassed but fulfilled.In college I was a bit of a loner. I did manage to hit a party or two,but I would rather be by myself. I was in my own element. I was able to explore more things to stick into my vagina. One day I was studying for a final and I was so tired,my. Slowly, I began to insert a finger into her hot little hole, and moved my tongue up to her clit, stroking it with long, hard, sloppy licks. She began to shudder with each tongue stroke, and I coordinated the action of my finger so that each time she shuddered, my finger was buried deep inside her and I could stroke the "roof" of her vagina. This was years before anyone would speak of a woman's G-spot, but Linda had known what felt good and had never hesitated to tell me. After a few minutes of. But she said no thanks.In the night I what’s app her and asked if she is fine now? She replied yes. I started chat with her normally and soon we use to chat quite often. Gradually we became good friends and one day I asked that if she thinks me one of her good friend then don’t say no to come for a lunch. She said ok and we fixed a place in Connaught palace.I was very excited to see her. I reached at the restaurant 30 minutes before of the time and booked one table for two. While waiting I was. He knew what he was doing. Her knees bent and feet flat against the examination table, she felt Dr. Tavistock pull down her stockings and lift and fold back the many layers of her clothing. Thank goodness the wide crinoline was on the way out.She felt a distinct waft of cool air against her inner thighs, as well as her nether regions. She felt tense and nervous. Her wretched husband was the only man thus far to see her nakedness. She felt intensely vulnerable. The only way she could calm.