I actually closed my bedroom door for the first time in five years. And I pulled one of my clothing drawers completely out and leant it under the door... handle, I did not want to be interrupted and it was the best I could think of on the spur of the moment. Gail was lying on the bed looking as good as like her daughter only wished she did. Legs spread, a blush was creeping across her chest and between her beautiful breasts, her eyes seemed to be having trouble figuring what to look at first or. All because of a simple flirty chat that had started innocently enough. Fred and Cat were Facebook friends, a small denunciation of our vow of anonymity. He had posted a picture of a tunnel he often rode through on his bike rides through the glorious Cotswolds’ countryside. It was obvious to any observer that it resembled a woman languorously lying with her legs wide open and he asked the easily defended question of whether or not that sort of imagery was used in American films. Cat rose to. What bit of devilry do you two have planned for tonight?" We'll let that be a surprise," smiled Eric handing her a glass of wine. Devon dimmed the lights and Jeanne noticed a slow rhythmic drumbeat and chant emanating from the speakers."Going native tonight are we?" she asked facetiously."Maybe we'll just let nature take its course," said Devon, refilling her glass."The wine is delicious but I think I have acquired a taste for something else," cooed Jeanne, setting down her glass and feeling. His mouth is over my pussy, before I even have a chance to speak. Sam licks a long lap, right up my slit, pushing his tongue against my clit. He begins to flicker over it quickly. My body responds with hot excitement. The way he moves his tongue over my, swirling down and around and back up again. I feel like the bed is shaking, but soon realize it is just me. I start to cum hard, so fast. I know I can cum quickly, but this surprises me. I don't mind, though. I know Sam doesn't either. He keeps.