I also realized that it wasjust as supple and responsive as I had ever dreamed it would be.Her lips were their usual berry color, but deeper. I touche...d them gently."Do you still taste like berries?" I asked. She smiled, but it wasn't hermischievous tomboy smile, it had changed somehow. "You'll have to try ataste later and find out!" she murmured.I hooked my elbow into hers and led her to the car; we sat together in theback seat while mom frequently pretended to adjust the rear view mirrorjust. When Sharon shrugged out of her nightie and grabbed a pair of pants, she asked, "You're dressing?" You and I have different rules," Sharon responded. "One of mine is 'never make it easy'." She grabbed a blouse."No underwear?" the Wench wondered."Some things aren't worth the aggravation," Sharon retorted. "If messing with my mind is what he wants, he'll just shred them. If I'm lucky, the outerwear will hold him; if not, anything else will just be in the way..." She strode out. The Wench decided. My babygirl sure shaves everything clean and smooth. I wish you could see just how hot she fuckin’ is.While I have fantasies of tying her down and taking her asshole roughly with my fingers, and yes, we’ve discussed that, I have to go about this as gently as I can. It goes to her trust issues. With the thumb and first two fingers of my left hand, I spread her open even more. She moans a little. Quietly. Smearing the ointment around as I encircle her spincter, she lifts up a bit, like she’s. I quickly became an expert at oral sex. Each night I took her home put her to bed and climaxed her into a deep sleep.One night her orgasm lasted for over a minute. I thought she was ill when her body started shaking uncontrollably. She was moaning so deeply I was worried that she was not Ok but when she whispered in her sleep “mere pyaare. ankit… Meri choot chaa”… I knew that everything was fine.Again I continued to kiss her slower and slower to bring her down from her climax and then went on.