I arched my hips up and pressed my fingers urgently on my clit. Rubbing furiously now as I started to moan out my orgasm. My fingers were flying in an...d out of my juice soaked cunt. I could hear the wet sucking sounds as I exploded into my orgasm. I lay there in the sweet afterglow letting soft sighs out of my mouth, catching my breath. I went inside and had a few beers and made some chips and cheese. Nothing was on the dish so I tuned it to tropical breezes. Which made me think Margarita time?. "Oh I see your pussy is all ready to go, but still I want to have me a taste." he said, lifting her ass to meet his mouth.She felt his mouth closes on her pussy and then she felt his moan and tongue slipping inside. She grabs his head and held him there ,pushing on his head harder, and lifting her hips off the couch into his mouth harder."Oh fuck Uncle Joe eats me, eat my pussy." she cried out.He held her as she climax in his mouth for the second time, then he stood up and help her to her feet. ” “Me?” She lifted herself up on her elbow. “Never!” “But - but what about what you said to Sandy? About taking your cherry?” “Cherry?” She looked perplexed, but only for a moment, then she threw back her head and laughed. “God, you’re hilarious!” It made me self-conscious, and I closed my eyes. A soft kiss on my lips made me look at her again. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, “that was insensitive. But you saw Sandy. She dropped the cherry from her Singapore Sling. I offered mine.” Her hand. The trip through Europe had wanted in this regard even though I'd tried meditating in almost every city, often in different places.I thought about heaven, and what it must be like. In a way, I didn't believe in either a heaven or a hell – these were constructs of man, not of some vengeful God who made decisions on where you would spend the rest of eternity. I believed in angels too, but not the kind with wings; more like spiritual guides that we should listen to more than we do. I believed in.