I flicked my tongue on her neck, kissed it and kept going further down. She was writhing with pleasure. I loved her responsive nature and wanted to gi...ve her as much pleasure as I could. When I began worshipping her full breasts she was hard to control, she was writhing so much. I kissed them, caressed them, and brought my tongue and teeth to full use on them. They were perfect and any time spent on them was a joy. Her beautiful nipples, so hard and protruding so wantonly, screamed for. Shall I bring anything?" No," she smiled slyly, "Just yourself, ...but be ready for anything."Elena stood, "Thanks for the tea. See you at eight."Watching as she walked away, I took in her figure: trim for a woman of, what, 37 or so?, prominant butt and shapely legs. "Yes," I said to myself, "I'd definately like to make your dreams come true."As she disappeared from view around the corner I looked again at the card. Turning the card over, I saw she had written 'Espresso.'****Eight came not a. She kissed my hardness up and down, letting the twitching shaft dance against her neck, her lips, her cheeks, until her face was just as wet as my dripping cock and balls. She took a deep breath, her mouth wide open, a string of saliva dripping from her lips and chin onto the head of my cock. Then she made her slow, perfectly timed descent.Her breath on my shaft was now a soft moan, as her lips surrounded my cock head and began sucking very gently, massaging it with her full soft lips. Her. Their first kiss was a shared revelation for both women. The passion they felt when they shed their clothes was equal to any they ever felt with a man. They ignored the chill on the side of the bed not facing the fire, as they replenished the missing warmth with the heat of their conjoined flesh. This was the first time that Astrid had ever seen a woman’s naked body so close, except for those few balmy days of summer when it was warm enough for the women of the village to brave the chill water.