For years, I have come in the middle of the night bearing gifts, having listened to you as you share your deepest desires with me. So, you have come... to trust me, and to see me as your friend. You've been told that I am a voyeur at heart, and that I see you when you sleep and know when you're awake, but you find that thought comforting. After all, I know you better than any any other man could possibly know you, for every time you sit on my lap, you give me a piece of yourself. And, yes, I. ’ He held out his hand to her and she took it and followed him to the dance floor. The band was playing a slow number, and I got a kick out of watching him put his hand on her ass and her moving it up. The second time she moved it up again, and the third time, she simply said something to him and walked off the dance floor and back to her table. George sat down on the far side of the bar, and I could see he was still watching her. Nothing creepy, but he was still interested. I felt it was time. She looked up at me through wide blue eyes and the stud in the centre of her tongue glinted in the dim light of the hallway as she opened her mouth and poked out her tongue. I snarled at her as I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down. I cast the jeans and underwear aside so that I was naked except for my loose grey t-shirt. My cock was jutting upward from beneath the material, over her face. OK. So it was going to be her throat first. The gape of her spread mouth confirmed that. Her tongue. The aroma was beckoning to the depths of this fascinating woman. I kissed her lower lips hard and stuck my tongue straight down to her wet cunt. Her hips left the sofa with the sensation as she sucked in her breath, preparing for the events to follow. I licked around the wet opening for a long time making her flow even more. All the time her erect clit was between my finger getting its own share of attention. I then shifted my lips to her clit and drilled two finger into her cunt. She went A A.