I could take no more, and I plunged my tongue into her wet inner depths, and fucked her with my tongue as I held her pussy lips apart. I began a quick... rhythm with great intensity, and sucked in her juices that were overflowing from my mouth, soaking her pussy hair, the cushion I was sure, my chin, and my entire face. Now, she was writhing, raising her pelvis, and I felt one hand holding my head down with all the pressure she could muster from that position. “Oh my God, do it, I’m coming, eat. "Oh! Eliz it has been so long, welcome to London. Did you have a good flight? You told me that you were taking a friends advice and travelling 'business class', was it good and as you were alone was your seating companion good company?" The questions came fast and it wasn't till they cleared the masses and finally reached the cousin's car that Eliz could clear her head and answer the bombardment of questions."Yes Belinda", she said. "The flight was enjoyable and I will give Ron a special thank. Her name’s Marcie Dolan and she plays most nights at Coyne’s Steakhouse, you know over by Bednarik Crossing.”“No kidding? I’ll have to check her out.”“Yeah, well good luck buddy. She’s a good looking babe. Probably has to fight the guys off every night.”“I doubt it, Keith. Coyne’s is a dinner date kind of place. Guys don’t hit on the piano player when they’re with a date that might be their wife, or maybe mistress you know?”“You may have something there, Mark. Maybe I’ll drop in there one night. It was a warm Friday morning when I found myself toiling away in my Aunt's garden. I happened to take a glance at her... I wondered how it was possible for dirt to look sexy on a woman. Her sweat glistened on her arms, face, legs and chest. Some of it had left tiny, clean streams behind as it found it's way off her tan skin. Her sweat had created a growing wet spot nearly halfway down her tight khaki shorts. This turned me on instantly. I imagined how she must smell... That fertile milf pussy.