” He wanted to say it more stridently, “. . . doesn’t have to know that we are both boinking you, or poking you, or schtupping you,” or, for t...hat matter, even drop the F-bomb, but he thought that Isolde might get angry, and shut him out even further than he felt she already had.Isolde was mildly surprised, and a little proud of George, that he had chosen to refer to the relationship obliquely, and sent him a mental “Thank you”.They finished their dinner, and sat at the table awkwardly. None of. I hear your breath grow quicker. I revel in the smell of having you so close. Your hips push back against me. I slide my other arm under your head, around your neck and across your shoulder pulling you even closer to me. You move your head down and start kissing, licking and softly biting my arm. I’m cannot stop kissing your back. The way your body has begun to move has made me even more frenzied to continue the assault with my mouth. My left hand, which by now has found your breast and has. He pulls his hand out of me and I turn around. I take my thong from around my legs and toss it out of the way. I lean forward toward his hand, now wet with my juices, and look directly into his eyes. I am about to do something he has never seen me do before. His eyes widen and he takes gasping breaths as he watches me take his fingers, one at a time, into my mouth. I suck and lick the first one clean, then the second, then the third, slowly and sensually, without breaking eye contact. He moans. I'm in agonies of desire. I pause at the exciting sight of your panties halfway down your legs. This is a moment to savour; in my experience, when a new lover allows or even encourages me to pull down her knickers we both know where this will lead. It marks the point of no return when the longed-for fuck becomes inevitable.Your feminine secrets are fully visible to me for the first time, so inviting and very beautiful. Your inner lips slightly open like the petals of a flower peeking from a.