She still had a beer in her hand and was giggling every time I played with her.That’s when I lifted her skirt up slowly. Inch by inch her milky hair...less legs and thighs came into view as I finally got the chance to feel this goddess. I wasted no time in putting my face between her legs and I moved her panty aside and licked her gushing pussy as if it was the last pussy on earth. It smelled wonderful and her moans filled the room as she kept drinking and getting licked.Being the naughty little. We need to talk."She's confused, aroused and... yes, fearful. What's she afraid of?"Talk about what?" I asked."You and Sandy."I stopped walking, and turned her to face me. That touch - both of my hands on each or her shoulders - amplified my connection, and for the first time, I felt more than a sender's emotions and sensations. What I felt was a comprehensible attitude. Not words, per se, but I understood in a general way what Pearl was thinking. Somehow, I had to alter Pearl's attitude about. She directed me into the front room, and I sat on the sofa by the door, she opened the cupboard under the stairs, and bent over to have a look around. As she did her tiny shorts rode up her ass to one side revealing a lovely pubic muff and a little pussy skin slipped out. This drove my already pounding cock wild, and I was wearing jeans so I was in quite a bit of pain. I attempted to rearrange myself quickly, and as I was doing this I heard a noise, and the lady was standing at the door. This was the lowest feeling I have ever had in my life. I knew it might happen some day but I never thought it would hurt so much.I drove home and even thought of driving over a cliff. I guess we all get those 'do ourselves in' feelings at a low time such as this. I would never do it but I have to be honest and say it crossed my mind.I tried calling her all weekend but my calls went unanswered. I figured I would wait a few days before trying again. On Monday, I went to work but my heart really.