Instead she got his tongue. Boys had gone down on her before, but this was better than anything she’d ever felt. He grabbed her thighs as his tongue... plunged deep inside her. His hands encircled over half the circumference of her small thighs, and she could feel their strength as he squeezed. She shivered as his tongue first crossed over her button. She’d certainly never felt that before. She decided she liked it. He flicked at it with his tongue at first, while his fingers went to work on her. I grew up riding motorcycles of all types, sizes, etc... The motorcycle I had was very unique compared to all the newer motorcycles. It was one of the original crotch rocket type and it was simply “bad ass”. Nights were spent hanging out in front of the motel or cruising the boulevard on my motorcycle with a group of friends. It was so much fun to be able to choose who I wanted to ride on the back. Even though they just wanted to “show off” still a win-win as I would end up with the girl in the. ” Mom motioned to me with her hand, “Come, come, have a glass of wine with me to celebrate.”“You finished the commission with Derrick?”“Yes, it went very well today. Yes, yes indeed, very well.”I could tell by my mother’s smile and the bubbly excitement in her voice that more than a good work session went well, “Mom you didn’t?”Mom’s smile got bigger as she poured me a glass of wine, “I’m afraid I did. I can barely believe I did that. Now I can be added to the list of women at the gym that. It was the night when my husband was allowed to sleep with me. I was so nervous. I was wearing a red chiffon saree and had put on all my jeweleries. Soon my husband entered the room. He was looking so sexy in his black t-shirt and a pair of navy blue track pants. He closed our bed room door from inside and sat near my on the bed.He asked me to remove all my jeweleries as it may be uncomfortable for me to sleep with it so I removed it all. He held my chin up and said “ you are so beautiful.