Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 3 of 7
"I want more," she pleaded, and began to push my head down before I had reached the other breast.
Her panties were damp, and the little clitoral gem was trying to dig its way up through the fabric, to break out of its tight prison. I placed my thumb on the outside of the cobalt blue fabric and gently stroked it up and down. It made her sigh and curl her toes. I reached for the joint with my other hand, which she kindly handed over without a hitch. I took a puff and blew the smoke into her face. She shook her head with...