"Now, watch again." She draped the right endof the cord out, let it drop, and brought her hands to her labia again."This time, feel your tongue slowly... gliding up my pussy, as you watchthe string slide... and glide..." She drew the cord slowly, pressing itagainst her cunt, soaking it. "Gliding up... up... up... to my clit..."She continued to pull. "Up... up... the cleft of my pussy... Awww, younever seem to GET to my clit, do you? Your tongue craves to touch myclit. Aches for it. Feel my juices. "Not me, though," she whispered as she sat at her vanity and began toapply some makeup. Before she even knew what was happening Devon was allready to go right as a text message popped up on her phone."I'm outside."It was from Steven, and Devon felt her heartbeat quicken. Part of is wasbeing nervous on going on what truly amounted to be her first date,although she had memories of going on dates with Steven before. Theother part was a more primal feeling that was taking her by force. Onelast. " I sawed on the reins of the big over grown dog I was riding, bringing the horse to an abrupt halt; I almost fell off trying to get down.My antics brought another peal of laughter from Abby. She quickly dismounted and grabbed my horse by the halter before it could bolt."Thanks," I said. "Course, if you let it run away maybe it will just run back to the stable or something. Then I wouldn't have to ride the damn thing." How would you get back?" Abby asked; again almost doubling over with. I ended up sitting on the edge of the bed. I sat there and watched her, not sure what she was planning. I didn’t have long to wait. My girl pulled her sweater over her head. Her sports bra followed. The sight of her tits popping free from their confinement made my mouth water. ‘Happy birthday!’ I grinned. ‘That was last month,’ she laughed. ‘Two weeks before yours.’ ‘I remember,’ I smiled. For some reason Gina and I waited until we were eighteen to make love for the first time. I joked about.