I just love a loose well-fucked pussy. When I can get my tongue into an open hole I'm in heaven. This felt like the best I'd ever had. THen again I th...ink each one is. Many times I'd go down on her before fucking when it was my turn. It was heavenly! Around the third or 4th week I'd fallen asleep while he was at it. She woke me up. "Eat my pussy."I don't really have to be told twice. Hungrily. Starting at the clit. Then down all the way to the bottom. Pushing my tongue into her as I worked up.. But it was a different kind; more of a play mistress.”“Oh?” responded Jane. “How adventurous of you. Do tell more.”Heather grinned. “It was years ago ... But it was very exciting. I still remember it vividly.”Faith returned with the drinks and offered them to Heather and Jane.“Perhaps we should change the subject,” offered Heather.“Nonsense,” replied Jane. Then she turned to Faith. “Heather was just about to tell me about her experiences with a mistress. Do go on, Heather.”This prompted Heather. Five feet, pushing seven inches. Not too tall or overly short. Nothing special. Even when I graduated from High School and College, I sat on the median. None of my teachers would remember my name. I was there but didn't excel. Average all the way around.Even my girlfriends, not that I had a lot, see me on the street, look at me and get that, "Do I know him?" look in their eye. Then with a slight tilt to their head and a look away, they answer their own question by moving on. Just like they did. She started to stir, and her hand that was resting behind my head, pulled me closer, and we started kissing for a few minutes. "Good morning gorgeous," I said gazing into Emma's captivating eyes.Emma kissed me again, and then said smiling, "Good morning to you too beautiful."We decided to go out for breakfast, and then stay out all day. Emma decided to take me to a cute little cafe, a few blocks away from her house. We decided to walk there, because it was a beautiful Summer day, not extremely.