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I lowered my hand and she pulled the hem of her skirt down hiding that gorgeous treasure box from my eyes, we cuddled into each other and our lips met, we kissed slowly and softly, Christine's tongue entered my mouth, I knew she must have been able to taste herself on me because I could still taste her myself, my head was spinning with lust and desire, where will our journey of discovery end I wonder?
We sat for a while and as always we seemed to end any activity with a chat about what we just did, I was really happy when Christine told me that I had done a great job making her cum, I was equally happy when she mentioned me licking my finger again, she told me that she really didn't mind if that's what I wanted. I told her that it definitely was what I wanted, she asked me why? I found it difficult to answer, but I told her once again that most of the men at work talk about it and I had this really strong urge to do it that first time, she butted in,
"And you liked it I suppose."
"Yes Chris I did, very much I'm afraid."
"I honestly don't mind Mart."
"Can I ask you something Chris?"
"Of course."
"Don't take it the wrong way will you?"
"I'll try not to, get on with it."
"Have you ever tasted it?"
"Marty!"
"Sorry sis, sorry."
"It's ok."
She seemed reluctant to proceed, so I apologized again, and then she coyly added.
"I might have."
Her smile perhaps said enough, so I left it there. Christine yawned and stretched, raising her arms above her head and extending her naked legs out, pointing her toes, her shapely legs looked toned and sexy, and my cock was aching so bad and needed some more attention. "Time for bed." she said, we stood up and she straightened her clothes, I tried to do the same and she spotted the massive bulge in my trousers.
"Oh Marty, what we gonna do with you ay?"
Wishful thinking on my part made me consider another wank from her; she read my horny thoughts again and followed it up but saying.
"Nothing tonight you randy sod, go to bed."
So off we went, but no sooner was I in bed than I tugged myself off in record time, I savored the scent of her pussy on my finger as I did it too. I slept like a baby with her firmly on my mind and was hoping that maybe I could dream of her.
