He knelt down, straddling my hips, and reached to untie the knot holding the scarf around my bodice as I reached up to caress his face. After a moment..., he took my hands in his and kissed each palm, then, moving my arms to my sides, he bent down to kiss my chest. His firm, gentle hands cupped and caressed my breasts, I could feel his warm breath on me as he began to suckle them. His tongue, circling my full, hard nipples, as I massaged his back, his hips, then, kneading his bottom, pulled him. ’ ‘Yeah. Sure.’ I put the car into drive and pull out of the parking lot. We ride for a time in silence. I’m boiling over with questions, but it doesn’t seem right to keep pushing them at her. I have to hope that she’ll tell me everything when she’s ready to. Instead, I decide to focus on the future. ‘Are we going to need to go clothes shopping?’ I ask the windshield. ‘I don’t know,’ she responds, also choosing to talk to the glass in front of her rather than look in my direction. Ok. Attempt. I promise.“But please, Georgie. I need you inside me now. Let me fuck you, okay?”I didn’t really give George the option. He kind of nodded his head, but I was already tearing off my clothes. Buttons were popping and flying across the living room. I pulled off my jeans and panties – they were soaked already – and pushed George back on the couch. I was naked and I didn’t want to waste time on foreplay. I grabbed George’s erection in my hand and crawled on top of my reclining soul mate. I. Once again he stops when he gets close to my pussy. “Beg me, Dixie.” This is followed by my clit being gently bitten and a moan escaping my mouth. With a cocky smirk on his face he repeats, “Beg me, Dixie.”“Please lick my pussy Bayard. I want your tongue on my pussy so badly. I’ll do anything just please eat me out Bayard. Please.” As the last ‘please’ leaves my mouth, his tongue is lapping at my pussy. It feels so exquisite I have to dig my nails into the chair to keep myself from grabbing his.