.tasting...kissing...wanting. I reached behind her as we kissed and began to unzip her dress. She tried to stop me: "No baby...not tonight...please." ...But I had been too quick. Her dress, now unzipped, was ready to be peeled from her body. As I lowered the dress, I kissed her neck...her breasts...her tummy. She begged me to stop...But there was no stopping at this point. My darling lover grabbed my head and tried to stop me from going any lower: "My love" she cried out. "Wait...I have something. "Everything I need to know!" Mona insisted. "He's sweet and he loves my ass and..." Yeah, and he's a soft touch and he's got a nice long cock -- Hell, I love him to death, too -- but what possessed you to just up and go home with a strange guy on the spur of the moment is beyond me!" You had to be there!" Mona declared stubbornly. "We just clicked!" And you don't know his CAP score..." No, Cricket, I don't. It would be rude to ask, anyway!" (I never heard either of these pet names before this. She was very down to earth and innocent and her face was so cute and also sexy. She was so beautiful when she smiled. I noticed her navels through her half saree…. Though she looked like an Angel, and her clother look gaudy, I could find the clothe were gaudy but not of great quality… meaning the clothes were cheap, but on her it looked awesome….I was starring at her very closely.She was smiling at me.. “Is something wrong” she askedHer smile was killing me….”No No…Nothing….Why??” I replied. And with your grubby hands attached to my scrotum, you drop your head into my lap. Immediately, I feel you barreling down on my marshmallow-lubed erection, and here with your mouth full of white goo and sugar, you feast on my frosty coated penis. Oh, my, my, you’re dabbling in my mess, sucking on my straw and tickling my ticklish wiener. Over and over you blow on my tenor sax, you lick the marshmallow meal and slurp up the melting cream and use it to groom the puffy, heart-shaped headgear.