Then a question hit me. “Ah, let’s see…stick your tongue out as far as you can.” I did and she said, “Try to touch your nose.” I could barely get my tongue beyond the edge of my upper lip. Sex What am I going to do with you?”
I had only one thought, I whispered, “Let me lick your pussy.”
“Shit, I know it is my own fault that you got that idea in your head but can’t you just forget it,” she hissed. I felt a sense of relief. What am I going to do with you?”
I had only one thought, I whispered, “Let me lick your pussy.”
“Shit, I know it is my own fault that you got that idea in your head but can’t you just forget it,” she hissed. However, to clarify I said, “I guess it is like back last Christmas when I got mad at you and said I hated you.” Later when I had thought it over I had apologized but attempted to excuse myself by saying she had just made me too angry. When I looked back at Liz she had turned toward the bed and I noted that my tee shirt was short enough to give me a full view of her white panties.
