.."I whispered, "And a wonderful job it was, because you're beautiful. You are my love, my Sunshine."Using just the tip of my tongue, I licked between...her inner and outer labia from the bottom to the top and barely flicked her clitoral hood.She locked her fingers into my hair and held on. "Hold on tight but keep your arms relaxed. We're going for a ride," I told her. "Push out your vagina." We saw it move outward -- a swell of juice came with it -- I put my mouth over it, sucked as hard as I. Then she did what she always did when site seeing, she bought a map. Her friends always made fun of her and said that’s what Google Maps was for but she insisted that a real map gave one perspective and information about old Europe. Plus they were great keepsakes to memorialize her visit.She stood at the top of the station overlooking the city. Twenty-two, single, about to start grad school, vivacious and carefree she scoped out the city. She felt the Nordic wind and realized it was colder. “It’s not Las Vegas show stuff.” “So you think you can make me stop biting my fingernails?” she said dubiously, holding out one hand in front of her as she critically regarded her depressingly short nails. It was always the one feature she tried to hide from male stares rather than flaunt like the rest of her stunning body. “Sure,” Hugh nodded eagerly. “Hypnotism doesn’t work,” scoffed Michelle, “it’s all just an act.” “No, it’s real!” Hugh insisted. “I bet you can’t put me in a trance,”. Sandra’s oral skills more than compensated for her shortcomings in the anal slice of the business that I realized were important to most husbands with up-tight wives that disapproved of taking anything up their ass except perhaps a thermometer. The majority of the male half of the babysitting couple requiring our services wanted us to give up the secret of our tiny sphincters with a smile on our face and nice words of praise for their pressing demands between our teenaged ass cheeks. It was.