I knew nothing about pleasing a woman and really wanted her to like how I touched her. She watched me patiently."Ohhh, yes dear. Right there feels so ...nice." I kept my tongue pointy and lifted the skin of her labia away from the edges, driving down into the crease. Then I pulled one lip into my mouth and sucked gently. "It's been so long since someone did this to me, you have no idea..." Her eyes fell closed, helping me relax and just try licking her different ways."Tell me what you like, ok?" I. Jena, because of her work commitments; she did a lot of climbing stairs and running round in homes, mainly large 2 or 3 story ones, her body was still reasonably fit. Her hair was still a dark chestnut red and her green eyes had an extra sparkle. Her lips were still full and luscious and very kissable. She had a 36c bust line with a slim waist and full hips. Ben at 48, on the other had let himself go a little since ceasing work but not to the extent of being obese. He stood about 6'2". He. If I had a complaint, it was that I could've taken more than just a finger. Sam had me so turned on; she could have fucked me doggie-style or had me ride her cock like a cowgirl, even played with my ass for all I cared.That she didn't. That she wouldn't. That to her, my body was an extension of hers, something to be treated with a gentleness and respect only made me want to trust her with every fantasy, with every dark and depraved thought I had ever had. And without even thinking about it, as. Now it was her turn to grip my hair, pulling my face up to hers.“No. He didn’t. So eat me,” she ordered. I descended onto that cunny like a man starved. I laved it through the lace until her clit poked its pink head between the labia. I leaned forward and bit down, she screamed and started to tremble. I slid my hands under the lace as I ate her out, using the damp lace as extra texture to cause havoc with. I collected some of her juices, and slipped it backwards to her backdoor. More and more I.