This was a taste I had missed, and once again I nearly wept at the memories it brought back.This was a taste I had missed, and once again I nearly wept at the memories it brought back. I drank greedily, like a hungry newborn at its mother's breast. Working her pussy until I had drained her dry, I slowly removed my fingers from her still weakly clenching vagina and licked off the thick coating of her lubricant which had accumulated on them. Giving her pussy a last, lingering, sucking, kiss, I moved from between her legs to lay beside her panting form on the bed. I placed my hand over her pubic mound and gently massaged the entire area. "I take it that you have never had your g-spot probed?" Still catching her breath, she managed both a smile and a comment," You can say that again. Jim, I've read about the g-spot, but reading and experiencing are two different things. For just a moment I thought I was pissing into your mouth, but I was too far gone to care. |