As I started kissing my way up her inner thigh, she pulled her legs apart and I ran my soft hand up the other side, gently brushing the outside of her... pussy with my hand! Damn she was already very wet. But my saying is, the wetter the better. When my mouth met her pussy , I ran the tip of my tongue around the outside of her pussy lips and man did she taste sweet! I continued to run my tongue just inside her pussy lips from the bottom all the way up to her now swelling clit! The second my tongue. For the next couple of years, as I drifted in and out of several so-so physical relationships with other women, Phyllis’ fixation on being fucked and filled was always at the back of my mind. I even have to admit that the vision of her standing there in her humongous harnessed fake cock crept into more than one erotic dream. I could just never bring myself to call her up. Then, one night, I ran into Marty, an old childhood friend of mine, in a bar outside DC. Marty and I were friends from. " Your mind is now rolling. Wendy leads you over to the bed and lays you down pulling the top off of you. She leans over you and begins sucking your nipple. "I can't go again yet," you pant out. She is enjoying herself too much and doesn't stop. Your head goes back to the pillow. You're already building again. Being a woman is amazing! You've always wanted multiple orgasms back to back and good it's good. Her hand slides under your bikini bottoms and slides to your opening. Your already so wet. It's four in the afternoon and we know we're going to get clogged up in the evening commute. It's a Friday and everyone is going to be in a rush to get home and start their weekend. We're not in a horrible rush this evening though. We're just having dinner with Alex before going to our hotel. ~~*~~ Pulling onto the exit that Alex said was hers, I send her a text. “We're about ten minutes away. Just got off the highway. Meet you at the restaurant.” “Leaving the house now.” she sends quickly. The.