.. on my clit."Edward! I... can't... take... it!" I breathlessly squeal, while trying to raise up.He responds to my cry by gripping my hips tighter, p...ulling me down harder to his face.My head spins, legs shake, and pussy quivers. His tongue feels so much better than my fingers ever did. I look down at his accepting eyes, peeking out from the top of my pussy, looking back up at me.I am going to cum! Edward holds me still while I explode, dripping my pussy juices all over his face. I hug my tree. ”, she laughed as she cupped her ample breasts.I knew by the look in her eyes that she was onto me but she was eating it up. I was actually enjoying the tease. I got up to clean up the empty bottles and Vicki was following me around the kitchen. I joked, “I gotta take a piss, you want to follow me there to?” and I headed for the bathroom. To my amazement she followed me right in. Well the buzz was with me and my usual shyness was gone. I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock free. Vicki just. He pushed her down onto the sofa, spreading her legs, and applying his tongue to her vulva.“Put it in me!” she begged, but he ignored her. Her hands were raking his hair as his tongue made its repeated journey up each side of her outer lips, then down her open centre but avoiding her clitoris. In her turn she repeatedly lifted her hips while her hands tried to force him onto her pleasure point. He would not allow this. She gasped her frustration, but he was not listening; she was to be tortured. I wanted that for later.When we left the bathroom I sat on the edge of the bed, ruffling my hair with the last dry towel.“You can’t fuck me, tonight,” I said. “As much as I want to, we still don’t have any condoms.”“I don’t like that word,” he said, frowning.“Nobody likes condoms,” I said.“No, I mean the other word. I don’t like ... fuck. It sounds degrading.”“Force of habit,” I sighed. “I won’t use it again.”“Thank you.” He kept frowning.“What else is bothering you?” I asked.“I feel bad for.