”The pussy was suddenly shoved on my nose, shaven and wet; I sniffed the clit, the labia, she hunched and my nose was inside her and I inhaled throu...gh my nose as best as I could.“Kiss it bitch, kiss that sweet pussy,”I kissed the pussy all over, inside and out; kissed the clit, the luscious, clamshell like lips and her urethra. My face was getting covered in pussy juice and her moans filled my ears.“Lick it girl…suck it….eat that pussy….”I licked and sucked and stuck my tongue inside the. She was, I guessed, almost 30. It was 1970, when short miniskirts were accepted office wear, and hot pants were starting to challenge them. It was also in the middle of the Sexual Revolution.I had gotten to know her, in part because she was nice enough to offer me rides at the end of the day, saving me from the bus. She told me that her husband, Alan, was an Army officer deployed in the field. They were absolutely physically faithful, but they both were rather exhibitionistic. He encouraged her. At first his kisses were tender and melting, then they turned sensual as his tongue delved deep. My breasts were crushed against the hard, sleek muscles of his chest and I could feel his intrusive bulge against my shorts. After long minutes of fierce kisses, he stopped abruptly. "You play...hm, dirty." I ignored his accusation and took his lips again, his hands quickly went under my top to unfasten my bra. He stood us up, took two steps and pushed me against the wall. He quickly removed what’s. So when I paid your bill andchecked you out, they didn't ask any questions; they think you are gone." Rabiasipped her tea before continuing "as for the London office, well, I worked so long for the company; I knowhow it thinks and operates. A simple e-mail request from your lap top and youre-mail account requesting extended leave ; another to your parents explainingthat you are taking a tour of our country." Rabia explained calmly. "You know, you really are a wonderfully organized girl. I found.