Her tongue is so talented from many years of eating pussy. Her tongue is pierced and rubbed my clit perfectly. I was twisting under her expierenced to...ngue. She knew just what to do to make me cum. She was rubbing my pussy lips with her thumb as she continued to work my clit. She pushed her tongue deep into my pussy fucking me then would go back to my clit. "Right there, don't stop don't stop, fuck I'm cuming!"My legs were shaking and as my body convulsed. As I laid there wimpering, Michelle. Shortly, these calls regressed to a bi-monthly routine followed by a monthly call, which thereafter, became standard practice.I had long known that I was gay, but having grown up in a family where homosexual people were referred to as queers I was sure the word gay would’ve raised confused eyebrows. Strangely, I was never asked about my love life during one of my phone calls because I presumed that being the nerd I was, my family would not have been able to process the idea that I was even. But only on top of my shirt." "Oh really . . . I noticed that you wore that hoodie today with the zipper down the front. Was this so that the boys wouldn't look down your top at your bare titties, since you were not wearing a bra?" Rachel blushed and nodded her head. "Well, you need to let him touch your BARE breasts right now then. Michael, unzip her top and throw it to me." "But I'll be NAKED," she said. "Yes . . . but he AND I will get a chance to see those fine-looking titties and he can. “Well, I, for one, have mixed feelings about her leaving because that means Leigh and Kirsten are going as well. Those two girls put me to shame with their skills with knives, and I am a butcher. On the other hand, I’m on vacation. I don’t want to be trying to figure out where else to put any more meat,” the man that helped me with the wild boar told us.Leigh stood up and said, “Butcher is right. You were able to butcher that hog the way you almost cut it up before I stopped you.”That did make.