I looked up at her above me. Her eyes seemed to beg for completion.I pounded my tongue back inside of her causing her to scream out. "Oh, God."I felt ...her pussy quiver against my tongue as a wave of orgasm passed through her. I continued to lick her sensitive clit until she begged me to stop. She gently lifted me and kissed me cum soaked lips."Stay right there. I will be right back," she ordered as she stepped past the curtain.She came back in less than a minute with a large purple strap on and. She then pushed him away and got off of the table. She saw her glistening juices on his cock, and wanted to drop to her knees then and lick it off, but she didn't. Turning, she walked back around the table to where Hugh was now sitting. He had his cock out also. It wasn't as big as Lester's was, but twice as big around. Once again Lucy glanced over to where Wanda was sitting. She could see Wanda's hand stuffed between her legs. Looking toward the bar, she could see Wally, nervously going. Or a Bechstein piano.Just playing her took my breath away. Oh yes, I did love to play her. Did. (Have to get used to this past tense. I'll learn, don't worry.)But Anne was gorgeous in so many other ways. It was a party to simply sit with her at the end of a working day. Just discussing what happened, the little things. Knowing that she'd listen and hear whatever was important to me.And for me to sit and listen to her common sense, her witty responses.In the second year of our marriage it became. With her knees together I pressed my lips to her puffy slit and she shivered and moaned. My tongue touched her softly as I licked over her inner lips, then her peach, all the way back until I was pressed up hard against her bare mound. I enjoyed how loudly I was making her scream now and the clicking noise as I wiggled my long tongue inside her soft warmth, tasting and feeling her so intimately, moving my tongue deep inside her again, groaning as her pussy pulsed against my tongue and lips.Now.