It feels good in the way a cinnamon mint tastes good.At this point your entire body is shuddering but you tell her to keep going. She resumes a bobbin...g motion. It's slow, torturous, and cruel in its gentleness. Her lips are barely grazing you, sliding ever so gently and effortlessly along your flesh. You can feel each nerve ending she triggers and her tongue occasionally grazes the top of your cock to savor the last trickling drops of cum.At this point your body is spent. Your flaccid penis. “You’re such a bad liar,” she accused of me while giggling and slapping my shoulder. I grinned. Gradually, we were becoming more comfortable with the conversation. Also, I noticed the familiar tingling feeling returning to my pussy.Next, Grace graduated the conversation from small talk into a serious matter; she whispered, “I’ll let you touch mine if you let me touch yours.” I didn’t respond immediately, and before I could say ‘yes,’ Grace said, “or maybe not if that’s not what you want to. Everybody in my family tells me to be careful around other people, and I know about some of the bad people in the world and what they'd do to me if I wasn't careful, so I'm careful. I'm never there without Tina or my aunts or Dad, but when I'm there, I get to talk to the other college students.One of them heard Cindy call me "Terri-dactyl". That's a most fantastic name given to me by another adopted red-headed aunt, Johanna. "How do you spell that?" the student asked.Something just sort of went. I was so sensitive I swear I could feel her saliva drying on my nipples. She reached for me and unbuckled my belt. Her eyes never left mine as she popped the button and oh so slowly lowered the side zip. My skirt joined hers on the floor.Now I stood naked bar my thigh-highs. No panties Laura had instructed, nobody likes a VPL.“Yeeess”, Annie cupped my mound before dragging a finger through my sopping cleft. My hand sought out her centre and my fingers danced across her cunt, so wet, so warm..