She thrust two fingers inside her sopping cunt; then, leaning forward, she rubbed her cum-covered fingers all over my lips before sliding them into my... mouth. I eagerly sucked them clean, unable to get enough of the musky taste of her womanhood. My cock was rock hard and aching with need. Reaching down, Karen encircled it with one hand, stoking and squeezing lightly. The lightest touch of her fingers made me writhe and groan. "Look at this nice, hard cock, Brian. Is my slave-boy's cock all hard. " And as she said all this I felt her hand doing it, "telling youto take it deeper, but not yet, to be a good cocksucker you can't be tooeager, can't jump on that dick and just start hammering it in your mouthjust deep throating it. You have to take it nice and slow and sensual.Take in the tip into your mouth, just the tip, and work it in your mouth,swirl your tongue around it, that's it. Hold it gently in your mouth, noteeth."The moment I felt everything, from the heels, stockings, to my. “He’s just a big ole Teddy Bear.”“Bring him over sometime.” I quipped, “We can show him how it’s done.” and punched her arm.She rolled her eyes while her cheeks reddened. Covering her face in embarrassment, she said, “He could use a lesson.” and laughed, “I can just imagine him cowering in the corner watching us.”Seeing her embarrassment, I thought to change the subject and asked, “So how is your head?”“My head?” she asked, and patted her hair, “What’s wrong with it?”“You know, where I knocked. Like not knowing what to do or were to start. It always felt that way after so many days, a mixture of knowing the other one with the uneasiness of not being sure were to start. It was momentarily but painfully there. Brad moved closer, with his face closer to hers now, and with a movement that felt more like a tease, he got closer, just touching. She picked on the cue and slowly they moved to kissing. It always happened that way, the uneasiness and then the passion. She liked his.