She strained for a moment against my mouth, I kept sucking her gently until she pushed me away to close her legs and shiver.I crawled back up behind h...er and made her my little spoon while she recovered. Her taste was intoxicating. There was something about the forbidden nature of our sex and her own personal chemistry that drove me crazy. She hummed as she rolled back against my chest and I wrapped her in my arms.“Oh, baby,” she whispered. “You know exactly what I like.”“I’m glad,” I chuckled. My husband picked up the conversation thread. “Wednesday, I called Christine. I picked her up in the MGB and we drove the back roads, retracing Rex’s and your Saturday afternoon picnic route. We ate lunch at a diner. She told me her life-story in return. Neither of us wanted to go home.” I asked, “Then what happened?” Karl told me Christine had piped up, “Hey, Karl. Take me on a date. I want to go to the movies, eat popcorn and just snuggle.” Karl sighed and said, “I took her to the movie. Zoe came walking by and grinned at me. I swiftly handed her the panties not wanting to hold them any longer. “Thanks, are you sure you don’t want to keep them?” she asked. “No!” I deterred. My rejection made her laugh and she walked with me outside. I tried to look angry and displeased with her. But as my mind raced between the photos she had sent, the stunt she had just pulled and her sexual grin staring me in the eye I was rushed with a feeling of excitement. The thought of her not wearing. I helped her up and moved her to the loveseat and laid her back on it. I then reciprocated and knelt before her between her alabaster legs, caressing each and every inch while working my way up to my version of heaven. I moved her dampened G-string aside and ran my finger across her pussy lips, wet and slippery with her flowing juices. I leaned in, allowing my tongue to linger across her lips and my hot breath to caress her mound. My tongue growing impatient to work its magic. As I.