Where was he? I took my cellphone out of mypurse, but there were no calls or texts from Ron. The reality finallybegan to set in as I sat there stewi...ng: another Craigslist wannabe!What a fool I'd been! The too-perfect response to my post, with anobviously bogus photo of a handsome man...the witty email exchanges...ourphone chat, which had quickly devolved into phone sex...our texts lastnight, with me sitting here in a dress, and him getting off again...what afool I'd been! Ron was probably. The cream and chocolate.... though that is nothing compared to your creamy goodness giggles i scoot forward just enough your tongue can reach it as i rub your thighs a lil harder pulling them apart slightly stretching the fabric so your sweet folds are exposed better for me sighing happily I lick through your moist folds before licking the cream and chocolate from you... moaning slightly i tease your folds through your shorts trying to lift my hips up into your hand, licking at your. .. only way better.”The earnestness in her face, and her calm delivery of the message, was like soothing sunscreen being spread over our backs. Somehow, it made things feel okay again. That she surged forward to put her face between us and hugged us both only heightened the feeling. When she pulled back, there were tears in her eyes.“Okay?” she asked, hopefully.Amanda reached and pulled Riley up on her lap in an extended hug.“I just got so jealous,” said my wife.“I get jealous of you, too,”. The tongue worked itself deeper and deeper into her. She cried out and groaned, then it made its way over her clit causing her to became more 'verbal' dripping juices of unwanted arousal. The tongue lapped at her constantly for a couple of minutes so much so that she could feel an orgasm started to aproach. Just as she could feel it build, the tongue stopped and she was left feeling a little disapointed if she was honest. There was a rustling sound in the drawer beside her and they were back on.