Using his fingers, he spread her open so he could see into her. Her hole gaped open in invitation. He thrust his tongue into her, making her cry out... again. Her little hands pulled at his hair almost painfully as she shook beneath his onslaught. Moving his tongue to her clit, he eased a single finger into her. His tongue had met no resistance, and neither did his finger. He soon had it buried in her to the last knuckle.That might have been the only thing that stopped him. If she’d had her. .......When I had laid him on the bed, I stood back and looked at him. When theinitial shock had abated I examined (her?) properly. I could see myhusband in there, but only with difficulty. I had great trouble thinkingof the figure on the bed as (him?). She actually looked very pretty. Shehad chosen an obviously expensive honey-blonde chin-length wig, whichframed her face nicely. Hoop earrings peeped out from beneath it. Theymust be clip-ons I thought. Her eyebrows needed a fair bit of work.. She is only twenty-two. The long skirt and blouse she wears create a very professional look. Her straight brown hair is pulled back, and her makeup is subtle.Even under her conservative appearance, you can see a figure that turns heads. For almost ten years, she has had a nice hourglass shape with round, womanly hips. Ever since she developed her full chest, men have been kind to her."I don't know what happened to it." Whose job is it to know?" Mine."He is staring down at her now. She can tell. I endured it but it wasn’t easy. He was doing things to my pussy that should be illegal. I didn’t even know what exactly he was doing, but it was pure magic.“Oh my god, Lorenzo,” I groaned on the edge of an orgasm.“Cum milady, cum for me,” he said.I began rocking my hips rubbing my pussy against his face. When he pushed two fingers inside, I almost passed out.Then he stood up and kissed me. I tasted my scent on his mouth and it was inebriant. He then helped me to sit on the couch, pulled my.