Her taste and arouma are wonderful. My tongue continues as I finger fuck Wendy harder."Ohhh, Goddd, Doug, that's sooo good. You're a good fuck baby,ah...hhh, yes deeper." I now have three fingers in Wendy's pussy as my lips circle around her clit."Unnnn, yes, yes, my clit, NNNNoooooww." But I hold back for just a minute as I quicken the pace my fingers are thrusting into her, I use my other hand now to spread her upper lips even farther apart as I envelop the hard shaft of her clit with my lips.. I kept a close eye on her as she danced around the room, giving out hugs and congratulations. I imagined she was the youngest of three from somewhere out of state – Oklahoma, I decided. She liked Thai food, but was absolutely terrible with chopsticks. She had a boyfriend back home, but the demands (and temptations) of college life had led to their breakup just two months ago.I had just worked out those details when her blue eyes landed directly on mine as if she knew I was thinking about her.. "How long have you had these desires, Brad?" Stacy asked me."I don't really know, Stacy. I can remember having these fantasies since about the time we got married" I said. "But I can't say for sure that I didn't have these fantasies back in high school or college." Is it because of me? Do you not love me anymore?" she asked."No, absolutely not! I love you as much now, as I did when we got married. I don't have any emotional attachment to the men I fantasize about, hell, I don't even imagine the. ’ ‘I see your college education hasn’t improved your romantic poetry skills,’ she tossed the sarcasm with her trademarked half-cocked smirk, ‘but I love you, so I’ll take what I can get. Speaking of which, how about I remind you of some old times, and get me some hot sausage as my appetizer before dinner?’ Tara caressed the crease between his leg and groin, then deftly unzipped his jeans. Bryan shifted slightly to accommodate her, grinning ear to ear like a kid in a candy store. Tara undid her.