Chapter 471

• Toni began to clinch her muscles in response to this sensation and her panting moans grew louder. Blowing in circles over her mons, Sandy bent and kissed Toni’s clitoral hood with soft kisses. Toni bucked her hips upward and begged, “Oh, yes! Oh, fuck . . . please kiss my pussy. Oh, fucking shit! Oh, Mrs. J, that feels so fucking good . . .”
• Under the circumstances, Toni’s ‘missus’ reference seemed strangely ironic, but, . . . well, we’d have to sort that out later. I smiled at the thought.
• In true Sandy fashion, my wife began to give pleasure in earnest. She placed her hands in position to hold Toni’s moist lips slightly apart. Beginning low, she lapped upwardly and stopped just where the soft-brown bush began to cover Toni’s mons. A startled expression flashed briefly across her face as she tasted another woman’s pussy for the first time. “Oh Baby, you have got to have some of this,” she said, casting her eyes toward me.