A little.Fortunately, before I followed that particular train of thought down therabbit hole, Melody arrived."Wowzers!" I said. "Mel, you look fantast...c!"Looking at her, I realized what my mom meant by growing up too fast. Thedress made Melody seem at least a couple years older than she actuallywas, to the point I could easily see her getting hit on by high schoolboys.She smiled at me, and said, "I could say the same about you." Yeah, well, let's get the day started," I mock-grumbled.Despite my. Sam assured me nothing of this sort will happen and I reluctantly agreed. We decided a date and time and I decided to get at least a little drunk before that. We went to a pub together and for some time I forgot the impending situation. We came back to our room and tried some foreplay but it failed miserably ( I understand that this is supposed to be an erotic story but since I am writing about my experiences I am staying close to the truth). She then made me lie down , bunched up my skirt at. Her wispy blonde curls were almost invisible until they touched my face. She slid my nose into her folds and soaked it with her wetness. I stuck out my tongue and she slid over it, easing down onto my chin firmly. I slithered my tongue in and out of her and my cock came alive. She was already wet enough to fuck and it was being wasted on my tongue. She seemed satisfied with my tongue action in and out of her for a while and then I licked up across her clit and she came alive. I tried to lick. She looked up, smiled and shrugged her shoulders. ‘Well, guys, now what?’ she said. Her husband stepped back slightly, put his hand on the shoulder of the guest to invite him to step forward. ‘Well, if you were wondering where this evening was going, I guess this is a pretty good clue.’ The guest stepped forward, and stood before her. She smiled, even more broadly, and rose up onto her knees. Her top slid off her shoulders, and with a shrug she quickly shed it. She reached up, her fingertips.