She was wet and ready i nibbled a little around the edges, then dove right in making long, upwards strockes with my tongue. She gasped loudly and put ...both hands on my head, spreading her legs as wide as they could go. I tongued her as deeply as i could, probing between her pussy lips. I found her clit and treated it to short, light rhythmic licks. Ritu started moving her lips in time with me and moaning “oh yes oh yes.” finally i knew she was going to come. She clamped her legs around my head. Kathy greeted me at the door with a big hug and a wet kiss, her more-than-ample breasts felt nice against my chest. She was a complete contrast to my slim, but now departed wife, who wouldn't look out of place on a catwalk."Come on in and have a beer," she offered, "I've got something in the oven for later."We settled down for a long drinking session. I think we all felt a little let down by my wife's behaviour. After a few beers none of us felt like eating so, Kathy got up on unsteady legs and. .. ? No. It’s impossible. She’s unlikely to pursue someone on her own, and I’ve made sure any potential suitors fear the King’s extreme displeasure should one of them dare approach her. I’ve systematically isolated her from family and the company of other men in preparation for this very moment.Adjusting the shutter, he illuminated the room in pale moonlight. She was indeed alone, limbs akimbo atop crumpled sheets, her hair glowing silver-white under the moon’s cold rays, the curve of her. It was funny because even though Erika had been my one and only, the fact that she was Asian made our experiences somehow exotic to other people ... well, to my Dad at least. I had tasted a fruit of which he wanted knowledge, I guess, and truth be told, I was more than willing to share intimate details with him. Blame it on male pride, celebration of the conquest, or whatever.“Well, I guess since I’ve never had a white girl, we’re even,” I reminded him, “but sure, I can let you know what it’s.