I rubbed her vulva, as I had seen her do. With my finger, I massaged inside her, exciting the clitoris. When she was well aroused and moaning, I pul...led her to me. I pressed against her, and her vagina gave in to my thrusting. I pressed in, out, in, out, until I exploded inside her. I lay limp against her. She petted my head, my neck.“Well,” she said, “considering that this was the first time, that was actually pretty good.”“Better than your average sixteen-year-old boy?” I asked.“You’ll. Her thighs are so soft. She leans back as he parts them and kisses her tummy. Working his way down...down...he finally reaches her sweet flower. Ever so gently he flutters his tongue across her labia. It's so wet. Around and around his wet tongue flutters and teases it as it opens inviting him in. She leans back farther and sees a table next to her and props her leg up giving him full access to her now dripping wet pussy. He works his tongue around and under the now soaking wet folds. He holds. On an evening she would enthuse to Shaun about the progress of some of her pupils which would bring a smile to his face.Then one day he announced that they were going to visit Sultar and Yasmin at the Game Reserve. “We’ll be staying for a few days as I need to build my hours up”.Sharon frowned “What do you mean?”He laughed, “My flying hours. We have a Piper Moth at the Reserve and you’ll get the chance to really see the animals and the country from it”.“I didn’t know you could fly. when did. Italian in heritage, she was in the eyes of her husband, a goddess to compare with Venus. Of course, he was biased, but she was pretty damned hot.Kevin, her husband, was a big man. 6 foot two inches, 290 pounds (though her encouragement had brought him down a long way—and lengthened his lifespan too), with fine brown hair, a goatee and a mustache. Melissa rather liked his beard because it was run through with gold and red hair and, in the recent past, the occasional white or gray hair as well..