He gently withdrew his fingers and felt her shudder. “Open your legs wider for me. I want to taste you properly” As his mouth fell onto her puss...y his hands roughly pushed her thighs apart and she gasped as he started to work his tongue inside her, lapping greedily at the slippery sweet juices oozing from her. She felt her second orgasm of the night start to rise from deep within her as his tongue moved from inside her to her swollen clit, describing small circles and flicking gently but. ‘If you think that you should,’ she sighed with a sleepy little smile. ‘I’ll see you later?’ he asked quietly. ‘Come over for coffee.’ ‘I’ll be round at about eleven, give you a chance to get some sleep.’ ‘Sounds good…’ Her eyelids had drifted down and her voice was soft and dreamy. Daniel gave a little sigh as he dressed quickly, and left her house to go over to his. He crawled into his own bed, and drifted to sleep — with memories of his night with Izzy to plague his dreams. ** It was well. Mo was a self-confessed bachelor, who lacked the ease in dealing with women that many of his contemporaries had, though he was quite appreciative of them. He had had a girlfriend once, but she’d run off with a gold necklace he’d inherited when his parents died, and since then he’d just been pursuing his own road, a little lonely but clearly his own, and his alone. However, he thought Anne was beautiful, and a nice lass, too — she was just a little younger than his forty-five years. She had. Watching his love-gaze with Hema break, Tariq saw her expression changing instantly from lustful to utter shock.“You mother-fucking bastard!” yelled Deepak, and he slapped Tariq just as he turned around. Hema quickly grabbed the bed sheet to cover herself and moved towards a corner of the bed.“Man! I can explain….”“Shut the fuck up!” Deepak cut Tariq from trying to speak and pushed him hard. Falling on the bed, Tariq moved towards Hema in a quick reflex.“Leave my mother alone, bhenchod!”.