This story is about how I fucked a reader of my previous story. I am not going to reveal her identity and I am going to use a fake name “Carol” to...represent her.A lot of readers contacted me through my email id and expressed their feelings. Carol was one of them. Both of us happened to be Tamil so we got along so well. We shared our information with each other and had a lot of sex chats (just sexting, no video calls). But we never shared our pics.Carol was 32 years old and married. Her husband. ...I will continue. Taking the drip from your clitoris with my tongue , tasting it feeling it between my lips I find it totally arousing . You leaning forward I reach my right hand between your legs separating them slightly placing it just above your pubic bone , with the left I separate your lips with my fingers giving me full access . You feel me move my lips to your exposed womanhood and I begin to firmly yet gently sliding my tongue around your clitoris ,then sliding it in your warmth ,. And you’re sorry? What did you do? Accidentally run into her on the assembly line and decide to put some parts together? How could you do this to me?”I rolled out of the bed and grabbed my pillow. I went to the sofa in the living room and then went back to grab the sheet off the bed to wrap up in, leaving Hayden in his pajama bottoms uncovered on the bed. His hairy chest was heaving with sobs. It’s funny how the thing I noticed at that moment was that he had more hair on his chest than on the. As we were chatting, I became aware of her playing footsy with me. Hadn’t experienced that in 20 years! “Ok, now what?” I asked after the bill came. £50 for 2 pizzas and a bottle of wine wasn’t cheap, but it was a good idea for a meet up. “I’m free tonight and I don’t get many nights like this these days….” It hung there in the air, inviting but daring at the same time. Stick or twist? What hand to play????Twist. I suggested the hotel option, but Lauren felt she couldn’t afford it and I’d paid.