His hands slip under me, having me lift my hips, he tugs at my panties. He removes them, slips them down my long, lean legs. He tucks them into my rob...e, before kissing along my upper thighs again. I widen my legs a little more for him, his nose skims along my sex. “Oh fuck,” I breathe out, and he does it again. I can’t remember the last time I felt so turned on. His tongue starts to part my folds, lapping lightly up and down. It hits my clit each time, making me jolt with such a sensation. I. Your choice, including all of the above. Is it smart to attempt a better player than oneself? Sometimes. Perhaps not this time, I'd decided.So what did little Mo have? Grit. True determination. She hunkered down and got the job done. Is that attractive? Not really. Not when compared to... Don't want to go there. You knew she could, would. It just wasn't exciting.It is just all in the delivery, isn't it.Panache. Charisma. Capable.Quiet. Distant. Capable.Which would you choose?Which one do you. I can smell your scent as my nose nuzzles against your soft patch of hair and I gently kiss your lips. You let out a soft moan and caress my head as I look up at you. You look down at me and blow me a kiss. My hands continue to caress the inside of your thighs and then up and across your stomach as I start to go down on you. My tongue slowly circles your clit then moves down to your lips. I trace the outside then inside of your lips. I can feel your leg start to quiver and your breathing gets. I wasn't really too thrilled with the room, truth be told, but I put on the act for Mom. It was livable.I started looking through my room in more detail. I examined my closet, seeing all the different dresses, skirts and blouses I had available to wear. I had two or three pairs of pants as well. I looked through the drawers, seeing all kinds of girls clothes - underwear, camisoles and tights; pajamas and nightgowns; shirts, bodysuits, leotards, leggings, bike-shorts and of course - swimsuits! I.