I again gripped her side gently with my right hand and arm, an rolled her and myself over until I was laying on top of her. Then, with a parting kiss, I began working my way down her body. Of course I paused for a substantial period to pay oral homage to every square inch of both of her perky, cone-shaped breasts. I was especially respectful of her nipples, adding more than a few gentle nibbles and a couple of firm bites to both of those sensitive nuggets. Then I moved down further, kissing her naval. When I speared my tongue into that fissure, her squeal of pleasured surprise was enough to wake the dead.

After several minutes spent in that general vicinity, I moved my kisses a little lower until I was over and in her sparse pubic bush. I licked around the edges of that womanly forest until I had made a full circle. Making that oral trip was a real chore, mainly because her hips were now bucking upwards so wildly.

Finally, I was there. My nose was less than an inch from her most prized treasure. Her sweet, womanly aroma was indeed therapy for my over-abundance of hormones. But I wasn't expecting her to do what she did when I moved forward rather rapidly to jam my tongue onto her clit and then into her vaginal opening. She screamed! I mean, she let out the loudest scream of surprised pleasure that she was capable of, without a doubt rattling every window in the house and many in the surrounding neighborhood. And she came, too. Her first orgasm of the night, and it was an intense mind blower of an orgasm if her bouncing hips, thrashing arms and head lashing from side to side were any kind of accurate indicator.