I licked her inner thigh, following the aroma and heat of her pussy. I could see Linda's muscles tighten as I approached her sweet, soaked panties, an... then move away back along her thigh at the last possible moment. She sighed in the torture of having my tongue lick up and down alongside her panties, while never touching her lips. Looking up at her between her legs, I hooked my fingers into the sides of her panties and tore them open. The gasp that escaped Linda's lips, I thought she would. “Well if you don’t want them to see it, you know what to do.”I knew what she wanted and I couldn’t believe my reaction. One of my fantasies was on the verge of becoming a reality and I’d lost my bottle. “What’s the matter Mike,” she asked, “lost your nerve? Maybe this will help.” As I sat there she stood up and pulled her skirt up around her waist then sat down again. She was right, I did recognise the panties she was wearing! The red satin ones that had started all this off. “Did they feel. Then your thumb rubs over my dark rose. Milking your cock and clenching my internal muscles even more, I feel you roll your hips as you now hit new triggers and spots that nearly cause me to drown in sensation. I groan in frustration, small whispered pleas fall from my lips. My panting breaths quicken as your thumb breaches the tight circle of muscle of my anus and I strive to relax the best I can. Your cock stops moving. I clench around your cock striving to keep you deep inside me. Your thumb. Lost you last night. I know we were at Mint early on. Having memory trouble after that." "We hooked up with the IT crowd who plied us with drinks. A lot of drinks. I think Fran copped off with one of them, but she wouldn’t spill. And one of the guys was totally into Zara, but she wasn't interested and he was too pissed to notice. Pretty funny actually." "Brown hair, brown eyes, about six-one and a big-" she fleetingly dropped her eyes to his crotch again, "-ego?" "Yeah, that's him. Started.
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