Oh, you mean her," Peter sighed. "I...I don't think we'll have too much of a problem with her." Her? You think it's a woman? Are you sure?"Peter looke...d at her, wondering if his expression betrayed the guilt he was feeling. "I'm...I'm pretty sure. I can tell." Oh?" She grinned with satisfaction. "You couldn't tell who I was, Peter." He nodded, still staring at her face."It's...it's incredible, it really is. The mask...does it cover the whole head?"She just smiled in reply. "Yes. It just sort of. “Sav Blanc, I mean. From New Zealand is it?” My embarrassment rising, just like my penis. “I thought you might,” she smiled warmly. “Yes, the wine is from the Marlborough region.” Michelle was still busy setting the table as she leaned over deeply again. “See if you like these?” She was offering me a small bowl of black olives but we both knew my eyes were focused directly down her neckline. I marvelled at the gentle sway of her breasts, their slight concave shape as they came away from her. I only take the best. Besides, rubber tastes funny. And as a man, I've noticed how hard Vaseline(r) and other oil-based lubricants are to wash off.) Then Frank took me home. He got ready to bid me farewell. "So long, my little Hot - " "No, don't spoil it for me," I told him haughtily. "I wanna explore this body a little first, and test my new sex toys." "Right. Gotcha. Nudge, nudge. Wink, wink. Say no more, say no more." Then he left. That Frank, always cracking me up. He must have. The feel of his tongue against your skin feels wonderful and you know consciously he’s building the anticipation between you but subconsciously all you know is your lust for him.Your anticipation builds as he continues his mouth keeps working your thighs. Then you feel his tongue as it moves onto your clit. Flicking quickly back and forth you feel your self-becoming wetter as he takes your clit into his mouth and begin to suck it. You can feel the heat from the air of his nose against your.