She promised not to leave me alone and that I would not have to carry on “cocktail small talk” all by myself with people I did not know. The party... was being hosted by three housemates. The one Sarah knew was Maggie O’Hara, a divorced, late 20’s, early 30’s lady from her photography group, who, while not a professional photographer, had sold and published some of her photographs. Having sold art work to a real publication was important to Sarah, and she spoke of “Maggie” with a bit of awe and. She was a bit plump but was nonetheless married although without kids.She tried presenting all her argue-facts and in the attempt asked me if I knew what it was like having a woman with lots of flesh in bed. I answered like I had tried both of the two sides before but that could not convince her.Subsequently, she raised her flowing skirt almost entirely up to her waist, revealing her fleshy thighs. While she did so, she held onto one of the thighs and asked me if I knew what that succulent. My hand moved across her body, from one breast, down her flat stomach to her fluffy mound, I could not believe the wetness, she was dripping, I laid her back, spread her legs and licked my way down to her bush, it was hairy (this was the 1980’s) and soft and the hairs near her opening where completely drenched – it tasted so sweet and wonderful, I was in heaven. She laid back and pinched at her nipples and I lapped up and down across her clit, over and over in rhythmic strokes. Her bend knees. Leaning down on his elbows, he looked into her flushed face and then lowered his mouth to hers, teasing her endlessly with short perfunctory kisses, and quick swipes of his tongue against her eager lips. Eventually Lena could take it no more, wrapped both of her arms around his neck and slid her tongue straight into his mouth. With a loud groan Sean gave up, and kissed her back passionately, whilst letting his hand drift slowly downwards until he could lightly abrade her already hard nipple.