From the hard bony knobs of her collarbones, down acrossthe tennis-ball swell of her boobs, to the tight skinover her ribs where it pressed into the s...mall of hisback. At her waist, her navel tickled with the droop ofa cold silver-chrome chain. A trickle of moisture seepedthe soft satin of her pants. Throbbing out of town, an easy pace; riding the yellowline. Her legs started to feel chill in the air, sheflexed them, rubbing slowly against the back of hischaps. Leather on skin is sooooo…. I moan and try to move away from his expert tongue. Where did he learn this sorcery? He holds onto my thighs to keep me in place and I push lightly on his head. I don’t want him to stop but the pleasure is too much, Sir. I won’t last.I cry out at the hard slap to my sensitive clit. Even through the pain, I almost came from that. Sir knows exactly how close I am though. He grins deviously at me and I start panting as his tongue does magic to my small pussy. His tongue flicks over my clit quickly. "We need more practice," she declared, which was her way of inviting herself to my house for the night.We wore short nightgowns and panties to bed, and when she started kissing me I felt her hand ease along my bare tummy, heading for my breasts."Hey! What are you doing?" I asked when I felt her hand nearing my breasts."That's good," she said, removing her hand. "We're practicing how to say 'no' to a boy when he tries something you don't want him to do." Oh," I said, feeling sorry that I had. "It feels like we are going to be in so much trouble."With a glance at Julie, James turned the knob and pushed the door open. He followed her in and looked around the small room. Along one wall was a sofa with a reclining chair in front of it. Along the far wall was their father's desk with pictures of his three grandchildren on one corner, a telephone was on the opposite corner and the laptop that he and Julie gave him last Christmas was in the middle. What got both of their attention was the.