God he was beautiful, Standing at six foot four, caramel complexioned, hazel eyed, well toned in the right places and strong looking hands.He had a tr...ace of a french accent which she found extremely attractive.She knew he would be a good lover just by looking at him. Hold on…when did her thoughts of this man turn sexual??? She was engaged for Gods sake! This was totally wrong…right? Well, maybe not,They were after all, just thoughts… It was starting to get late so she had told Damien that she. ....I will continue. Taking the drip from your clitoris with my tongue , tasting it feeling it between my lips I find it totally arousing . You leaning forward I reach my right hand between your legs separating them slightly placing it just above your pubic bone , with the left I separate your lips with my fingers giving me full access . You feel me move my lips to your exposed womanhood and I begin to firmly yet gently sliding my tongue around your clitoris ,then sliding it in your warmth ,. So after opening their kimonos we were instructed how to touch their cocks and how to stroke them to get them hard. Then they explained how to get a condom on them. We did that and then had to lie down on our backs. Uncle said that we wouldn’t need lubrication cause he heard that we masturbated with dildos all the time and that the condoms wetness would be enough and wouldn’t hurt us. Our two ‘guides’ opened our belts and kimonos and we lay nude in front them. They were grinning as they saw we. Hunter leaned forward and tapped the driver’s shoulder, then pointed to the right. The taxi slowed and bumped down a rutted dirt drive, curving around. An old, very large cabin appeared, wooden sided and weather-distressed, small windows, a wrap-around veranda protected by an overhanging roof. Deciduous trees pressed in from all sides. To the right was a wooden shed, also large. Maybe a garage, she thought.After the taxi left, Hunter, reaching into the overhanging roof, pulled out a set of keys.