Whatever it was , I said that. Her face changed.. Her eyes went wild and she started kissing me like a women possessed by the devil. We kissed, sucked... each other’s lips, tongues. Saliva was exchanged…with abandon. And she was rubbing my cock. She ran her hand over my cock…used her fingers to rub the top and she went down and cupped my balls.. All this with one hand! I am not circumcised so it’s kind of hard to bring my foreskin down, then! So when she found that out, she stopped kissing me and. He pulled his finger out and smelled it then licked it. Bob picked me up and carried me to the bed where he took my dress and bra off but left my pantyhose and heels on. He laid me on the bed kissing me from my toes up to my pussy. He kissed every inch of my nylon toes, ankles and behind my knees, (my weakness) I had a massive orgasm when he was licking my pantyhose behind my knees while fingering me. After a short rest I was ready and so was he. I gently grabbed his cock guiding into my velvet. It was our turn to visit the Roberts for the big feast and, of course I was eagerly anticipating seeing little Mary again. I couldn't help but think of the sultry look on her teen aged face as she slipped me her panties out at the car when her family was leaving. With all the family around I knew there would be little chance for us to have any private time and there was the messy business of my now, ex girlfriend who would undoubtedly not waste an opportunity to interfere if she saw Mary and I. ’ I don’t know why I added the ‘please’? I guess it was out of habit. I am not a drinker, but I had myself a beer while I waited for her. I thought I heard her make some quiet little noises that sounded like ‘ouch,’ but I was probably mistaken. She had to be more stoical than that. The beer got warm before I finished it. As I said, I am not much of a drinker. When she came back to the kitchen, she looked the same, but different, if that makes sense. She handed me the pliers, Tupper Ware, and.