Being slightly dubious of any claims made in marketing material, Margie rather doubted she would be running a marathon any time soon, far less survivi...ng her allotted life span, but she had to admit that after a colon-cleansing (according to the hyperactive breakfast hostess) organic feast, she felt sufficiently energized to at least take a stroll around the grounds.She was joined by Marianne, a buxom woman, like herself on the mature side of fifty, who appropriately enough waxed lyrical about. I start to moan and squeeze my soft breasts and hard nipples. He slides my yoga pants off and plunges his tongue between my small wet lips. I moan louder “are you as good with your cock as you are with your tongue?” I ask. He spins me around on the table and spreads my legs open to the window. He grabs my hand and places it on my clit while telling me “keep her wet for me and show your audience how well you can do it!”. He puts his hand on my chin, gives me an upside down kiss then guides my. You will have goose pimples all over you. I will peel off your panties and you will be visible to me. All of you. Wet, dripping, alive and throbbing with pleasant anticipation. You will get a long leisurely lick… from the tip of your clitoris to the extreme end of your vagina. Your clit would be distended. Swollen and looking at me. Waiting to be taken into my mouth. Waiting to be licked. Waiting to be sucked. Waiting to be eaten. I will lick your clit. Toy it with my tongue. Take it in my. She seemed a little nervous but said she was. She reminded me that it would only be kissing. Stacy said that she wanted to have a couple of margaritas first; she said she needed a little more liquid courage. After the first margaritas are downed; Stacy and I got refills. In the kitchen, I asked her if she is ready.She took a big gulp of a margarita and said “Sure.”I dimmed the lights we come back into the living room. I sat down next to Tom on the couch and Stacy sat next to Sam on the.