Her approving smile between kisses was reassuring; I was pleased that at least I had a little experience in that. Her mouth returned to mine and I fe...lt her lips open and her tongue come out; I opened my own, remembering the few times I'd ever had a chance to French-kiss a girl, and we pressed even closer together as we exchanged our longest, most intimate kiss yet.When I instinctively slid my hand up her side to fondle one of her full breasts, she whispered in my ear, "Yes, that's good! Touch. She was moaning ... I slowly made her to lie on the bed. She took my prick on her mouth and started sucking and licking it. It was feeling really good for me. I removed her panties and let one of my fingers in ... It was hot and wet. I started to finger her up and down. She was moaning and sucking my prick. I slowly went down and kissed her pussy.I placed my mouth on the pussy and started to lick it. She was moaning heavily ... OOOOOHHHHHH ... MMMMMMMM ... AAAAAAAA HHHHHHHH. I licked her clit. Ah... I digress, you may disrobe me now." She approached tiptoeing and proceeded to undress her head taller madam; every motion, part of a spontaneously choreographed dance; a graceful pantomime of fluid fingers gently moving, unhooking, lifting, lowering, folding and then carefully depositing the items removed on a chair. She circled her madam's statuesque naked body, fluttering like an amorous butterfly, posturing for the attentions of its mate. Finally placing her thumbs and forefingers. "They're just boobs you know. Skin bags of fatty tissue that everyone has in one form or another..." She drops her breasts and crosses her arms across her chest, lifting each one up with her arms, almost creating a shelf for them. Her stance and manner is one of annoyance again. "Well, take a good look. Get it out of your system. It's only natural after all, and a very common response for someone's first time. Especially when it's not expected as I'm going to assume was the case for you based.