I pulled her further onto me, and kissed her pussy lips with my own, savouring the taste, the aroma, and the stickiness that betrayed her heightened a...rousal.I slid my tongue up and down her pink slit, licking her, swirling round her bud as it peeped from its hood. Judy moaned and whimpered as I massaged her with my tongue, riding my face until, with little warning, she climaxed, flooding my mouth, squealing in delight as she came hard on me. I thrust my tongue into her, fucking her with my. " I reached down and fondled him. "You and I are great in bed, and you know that." I had to get his brain to understand sex was just a means to an end. The end being that good feeling, that high. Whether from your partner, or someone else."Listen Vince. It is about that feeling of being admired, the thrill of for the first time. Something new, a different feeling, that adrenaline rush of being wanted, of deciding to go or not" Lisa you know that Tommy adored Brandy before the divorce. You know. Remove the patina of Islam, and this story very well could have been any other tale of a reluctant prophet. Many such narratives fill the library shelves already, which begs the question: why Islam? Why not Christianity, Buddhism, or Judaism to tell a story of a reluctant prophet?Let me preface this by stating the obvious: that throughout the development of human consciousness there have always been archetypes that bind together monotheistic religions by default. For example, there is the. That was the only time I got licked and I really miss it. Can we get the dog today?" she asked. "Tell you what." Pausing to get my thoughts together, I said, "Why don't we play doggy? In other words, I'll be the dog and I will lick your pussy for you. Would you like that?" Hearing her "famous" giggle, she stood up. I led her into the living room so she could get comfortable on the couch, her legs hanging over the edge of the cushions. I got between her wide spread legs and pulled her butt so.