There was rarely anyone ever there. I had often spent my lunch there reading a book, eating my lunch in total peace and quiet. It was the perfect spot... to sit and talk.We had parked our cars side by side, though Lorraine got out of hers and got into mine instead. Even then we sat in silence for several long moments while I waited for her to gather up whatever courage that she had in being able to share with me, whatever it was that was currently bothering her. Finally she took a deep breath and. .." THWAPP!! "Ever..." THWAPPP!!"Touch that shit..." THWAAAPPP!"Ever..." THWAAAAP! THWAAAPP!"AGAIN!" Margaret was helping me in the way she knew best, responding to my non-sexual needs, by using the ways of sex we both understood so well."Promise me!" THWAAPPP! THWAAPPP!"I promise, I promise..." I wailed.THWAPPP! THWAPPP! THWAPPPP!I jolted and squirmed from the vigour of my punishment, but I didn't complain. This time I truly deserved it. I had let myself sink to unforgivable depths. As the. ?” had to be “anything I damned well please” and had changed out of her office clothes and opted for a sweater, jeans and ankle boots, thinking that if it was going to be a demanding evening then at least she would be dressed comfortably.June’s Clerkenwell address was in an old house not far from St John’s Square squeezed in on either side by modern offices. Allison buzzed the door intercom and after a short exchange with June the door opened and she found herself in a narrow hallway with a set. My tongue fluttered through her folds, eating her, devouring her, loving every bit of her.She tasted so good.She was so sexy.Such a delight to enjoy. My virgin pussy clenched as I thrust my tongue deep into her deflowered hole. I fluttered around in her, licking out her as well as my own cum. I groaned, my tongue fluttering in her depths. I savored that delicious pussy. She tasted amazing. Her hot cunt rubbed against my mouth. Her cream flowed over my tongue.What an experience. It was such a.