Each time he connected with it, the feeling inside her grew larger, like a bubble inside her was growing. And it was an intense feeling, just like the... feeling she had as he licked her clit and ran his tongue along the contour of her tiny slit. She could not wait for that bubble to burst.He could feel a change inside her hot wet pink pliable walls also. It was a good change. There was more give in her elasticity which made it even more enjoyable. He never once shied away from the perfect rhythm. Then, Nichelle hopped off her bed. Kit stood. She unfastened his jeans and slid them off his legs. “No undies?”“Not for a quick trip to the loo,” he remarked.She wrapped her fingers around his erect phallus. “Mmm ... Firm.” Nichelle coaxed him to sit on her bed. “Can you get into a lotus position?” she asked.He folded his legs. “Like this? Not a very good one.”“Good enough.” She mounted him, easing herself down onto his rigid shaft, wrapped her legs around his lower back and embraced him. “This. I could never tell what she read but I figured they were the normal fair for middle aged wives. A couple of weeks went by with her normal after work or weekend sunning and then everything changed. One day after work she came out in cutoffs and a button down blouse. She had her drink and her book, everything looked to be normal or so I thought. After about five minutes of reading, she looked around and I thought she looked right at my office window then proceeded to unbutton her blouse and pull. She only had small titties, 30a, but her nipples were huge, she always laughed when her mates said you could hang coats of them.God this girl was good, she was alternating between licking her clit and then sliding her tongue up her friends hole. I wish that was my cunt she thought.Then she rememberd the message a guy had sent her this morning. He was old to her, around 50. He had offered his face for her own personal use, nothing expected in return he had said. He just wanted to go down on a.