Her wonderful shaved mound. I bent before her and began to thrust my tongue in and out softly, then I sucked softly on her clit. I did this in what se...emed forever…but perhaps it was minutes. I felt her wetness increasing, She rapped her legs around me. She filled our home with moans and cries of love…or was it lust…I was too drunk on her scent to know. I licked her and I flicked her. She came more then willingly into my mouth, twice.’ John asked the waitress for another beer. Nick lit one more. He hesitated for a moment, and then stepped back. "Are you turning me down?"She looked at his face. He seemed surprised... And a little angry, too. But behind that... Was there a hint of hurt?Her heart went out to him. "Oh, Jon. No. No, of course not. If you really want me... Jon, I love what we do. It's so... I never knew there could be anything like it. But we don't have time. You have to shower, and we do have to eat, and you said your call time is 6:30, and... If we even had five minutes. I took off my bathing suit! Once I was settled back into my lawn chair, the sun andthe air completely drenching my entire body, my mind began todrift back to the days when my husband and I were first marriedand we had no children. I think we spent more time being nakedthen than we do now. We used to joke about finding nude beachesand joining nudist’s colonies, but over the years we spent moretime trying to be proper parents and proper parents didn’t runaround. My panties are getting wet for you down under my little maid skirt." Oh, I'm going to want to suck on what you got down there. But first I want to suck on these nice titties of yours." As you wish, monsieur. Will you take off my bustier?"I turned around and unsnapped the garter straps on my bustier from my black fishnet stockings while Rich unsnapped the gray and black bustier. My tits popped out and my nipples were hard and ready for his warm mouth.Feeling just like a little French maid.