I pulled her panty apart at the crotch and flicked her clit with my tongue. She went berserk. She held my head and pushed it into her pussy. I pulled ...her pussy apart and licked the pink folds. She was moaning. She was close to coming. Then I stopped. She pleaded with me to continue but I wanted to prolong her joy. I went all the way slowly down her thighs licking her gently. I licked her at the point where the thighs meet the torso. This is a very sensitive area and she was ready to come . I. But the way you fill your suit drives me wild. Any wilder and I'd have to be caged.I don't tell you that. I don't need to tell you that. You know that as a fact. I grope your ass. "You question my taste?" I go faux haughty. "You're the only beachbum for me," I speak, my breath of words a waft of exotic perfume.You slap back at my hands. "Enough! Back to work. Back to skin." Your slaps are unaimed; as fast as my hands move, you are mostly slapping at your own ass.I stay away, my fingers sliding. In conversation with the director, anaging hippie type named Karen Shelnitz, I indicated that perhaps therewere training grants available to help the women find work or that theshelter could perhaps subcontract clerical work from government agenciesto help defray the cost of operations. She reacted very enthusiasticallybut said they had no resources or expertise to pursue that. Feigning abit reluctance due to my busy schedule, I nevertheless allowed myself tobe talked into providing my services. ’ ‘So what’s the point in you being here, unless it’s to rub my nose in it?’ ‘No, no, I didn’t mean to say that, I must explain. You must forgive me.’ ‘All right if you must explain what you can’t explain then get on with it. I haven’t got all night to sit here listening to your tripe.’ A kind of resigned look came over Susan’s face. Mind I couldn’t see it properly, I was trying to look at her as little as possible. Of course, even seeing the woman was upsetting to me. This had been the woman.