I could feel my panties getting drenched. He began sucking at the panties taking up the juices flowing out of me. once done he came back to the clit a...nd tickled them with his tongue. I love that part, the sense of the fabric rubbing on my clit or nipples.But the pleasure when you d that with the clit is too much that I pushed him away and took off my panties and spread my legs before him. For the next 20- 25 minutes or so I didn’t see his face. His face was all over my pussy. He took a look at. “Not even once?” I said sitting on the sofa, massaging her tem- ples as she sat on the floor between my legs. “Well, maybe once,” she answered. “He probably doesn’t have much experience,” she added. “That’s good,” I replied quickly. “That means he’s probably clean, and plus, wouldn’t you get off being the teacher?” I asked. “You want to see me fuck this kid, don’t you? I can’t be- lieve it.. "Wendy choked in my arms. Immediately she pushed me away to stare at my face as I smiled at Laura. Laura giggled, and then looked at my father. "He's right. Not that I minded the kiss, but what brought that on?"My father started blushing. He looked at Laura and then over at Wendy. "I'm sorry. When I entered the room, I suddenly had this nearly overwhelming urge to..." he paused and blushed. "I cannot understand. I have in my arms the most beautiful and loving woman I can imagine. One who will. Looking down she noticed that her "high beams" were on big time."Shit, he must've seen me coming in. Oh well." Her cheeks reddened as they greeted and hugged one another.At their booth, the two were approached by the waiter. He asked what they could get started with and mentioned that Happy Hour had just started. Rita was surprised that they served alcohol at a cafe but the waiter informed her that they certainly did and that they had a full bar. She hesitated only for a moment and said she.