I pulled them down until I could see Debbie's neatly trimmed blonde pubes, and then pulled them off with my thumbs. Those pubes formed a neat triangle... above Debbie's vulva, whilst the rest of her cunt was completely free of hair. Her slit was partly open, her clit swollen, and her pink vagina was too inviting. I tasted her juices, and Debbie moaned and bucked. "That's it... oh my God it has been so long since I had my pussy licked... put your tongue inside me..." I did as I was told, pushing my. I was wearing a pair of tights, high heels, and a belly baring crop top, with a little bolero style jeans jacket. My hair is shoulder length, frosted blonde, and I was wearing pink lipstick and carrying my little black clutch purse. I was sitting at an outside table and sipping a latte through a straw, and looking over my shades as he approached.As usual, he was wearing a suit and white shirt with no tie. He is a very distinguished guy, mid 50s, gray hair - so I was proud to meet him in a. But today, as a surprise Sally had planned to wear some ultra mint lip-gloss for the sucking which she knew would make John’s cock tingle so beautifully and make him cum even harder. Of course all plans, when you wank in the middle of the night with damp panties and have to touch yourself as you make the plans never quite work out the way they are meant to, do they? Sally’s plan had changed from the moment she was getting dressed to go and meet John. She knew he wanted young so she took her. ‘That was a mean thing to say to me.’ ‘Sorry,’ I said and softly kissed her lips. I really was sorry I had teased her like that and she saw it. She kissed me and said, ‘Go find a cock to suck.’ I left but was not in the mood for that so I found Acme Oysters and had some fried then began to walk towards the Hilton. I took a new way there and found myself in front of the House of Blues. Peter Frampton was in concert that night and I walked in hoping to hear him. There was a commotion at the.