Years ago one of my girlfriends told me while she was licking me with her man watching on, “The clitoris is queen, always and forever, never forget ...it. When in doubt, keep your focus here, and listen to your partner as they respond.” She was so right.Mike’s tongue is dancing around my clit, lightly grazing it as he starts building sensation. He can feel me responding as he is licking my clit, up, down and side to side. “Which do you prefer?,” he asks.“Don’t stop, I love it all,” I respond in a. I kept doing this till her helpless pleas changed to submission. Now I was sure that she would be a willing partner in the game of love and lust. I inserted my index finger in her cunt and no sooner I did this it started expressing out juices of love. I could feel the tension in her cunt. Experience taught me that massaging the cunt releases a lot of tension. By now I was convinced that she was a virgin and inserting my member in her should be a quick affair to reduce the trauma to a virgin. I. "What's the matter, child? Is someonetrying to hurt you, Dear?" Kenny looked up and saw an old woman withcurlers in her hair."It's after me...trying to kill me!" Was all he could say, each shortsentence followed by the unmistakable gasps of a woman trying to catchher breath.The old woman scanned the yard, "I don't see anyone!" She again turnedher gaze back to the exhausted female. "Why don't you come inside andwe can call the police." At the mention of the police, Kennydisappeared into the. They became close friends, sharing their ideas and hopes for the future as well as their passion for good jokes. It seemed they both had a plethora of jokes in their minds to whip out at any odd moment. They laughed more in that week than either one had in the previous few months.Each day, Denise would rub down Paul's legs and arms, trying to keep the blood circulating well in his body so his muscles didn't fall prey to atrophy too much. She would generally use a wet cloth as well so that his.