’ She yelled, finally grasping his head firmly. She shattered around him, her orgasm making her body strong and powerful. He stopped licking, but he...d his tongue on her clit — keeping her ass and pussy in place with the strength of his hands and arms. Finally she came down, falling limply back onto the bed. He lifted his head and kissed her clit softly. Her body jerked from the contact as she groaned. He got up on his knees and looked down at her. ‘I’m home,’ he told her with a grin. ‘I don’t. ’ At that, I stiffened up and the two of us sat in silence. David’s hands were large, like Mark’s, but not as calloused. The pads of his fingertips felt smooth on my thighs, and I paid attention to the way he took great care in cleaning my scrapes. Even as he blotted the bloodied areas with alcohol, I barely flinched. While one hand worked, the other massaged my thigh. His hands were unusually gentle, and I could swear I felt him stroking sore spots. All the attention was making me blush, and. He failed to mention that his grandfather was a banker and heartlessly foreclosed on a loan to drive my great grandfather off the property so he could buy it for a song. He also didn't tell you that bankruptcy drove my great grandfather insane. His wife left him and he went to live deep in the bayou..."Shanti's voice was beginning to be tinged with venom."... where he lived with a black woman for the remainder of his life. They had twelve children, seven of them girls and he, in his insanity,. Then I realized that what she wanted was for me to bring her to orgasm with my tongue, and so without any further hesitation, I moved down and began to tongue her clit. As I did this, she kept repeating over and over, "That’s it Barry, that's it.... . . . keep it up,. . .use your tongue on me, that's the only way you can really make me feel good, just keep sucking and licking it for me!" It wasn't long before she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face tight against her pussy while she.