‘You’re such a sweet girl, Tess. Give me a call next week when you get back, okay? Oh, and a bunch of us are going to bar tonight…try to nudge y...our boy and get him to come.’ He headed toward his car as I waved goodbye. I searched for Shane’s truck and found him sitting against the hood with his arms crossed, looking positively livid. I sighed and rolled my eyes as I walked toward him. Here we go again. He walked around and opened my door for me, as soon as I got in my seat he slammed it shut.. He kind of rolled his tongue in the middle, tensing it by this and then started kissing, vibrating and sucking around my clit. He teasingly played around my labia time and again and then untensed his tongue to softly lick all the way down between my clit and increasingly dampening opening. Of course I felt embarrassed and odd having someone else at my pussy for the first time in my live. (Well of course I have spread my legs for other women before - gynecologist yuck - but that is not something. It was an unusual September we travelled to Oxford by train as it was in the 70s sunny and Hot but a bit breezy. We stopped at the B&B so Sarah could change into a new sundress that was so low cut I could see her bra less nipples whenever she leaned over. I put on a light tee shirt,and shorts. We bought some food at a local shop and carrying an old blanket to sit on we walked along the tow path passing dog walkers and anglers on the way as we searched for a picnic area to eat our picnic lunch.. Touch and see, hear and taste."I hugged her. "I don't want to just think about going back home, I want to go back home and do something. I don't want to look at New York and think about New York, I want to do New York. I don't want to think about being here, I want to be here. I don't want..." I paused, hearing myself go in all directions, and I took a breath and slowed down. I said with difficulty, "I don't want later, I want now. It won't do any good later. Sometimes... sometimes I think I've.