He smiled, knelt down, and began to gently lick and suck my clit. The rough became a bed where Steve could again use his tongue on me. Some of them were silver birches – always one of my favourite trees. One in particular had had to grow at an angle of about 45 degrees to the ground for the first 5 or 6 feet to find its way to the light. At the next tee there was a bench where I could sit. Gasping breathlessly, I had to lean forward and throw my arms tightly around the trunk as I rode it and rode it, until, at last, I could take no more ecstasy and collapsed, exhausted onto the floor. Gasping breathlessly, I had to lean forward and throw my arms tightly around the trunk as I rode it and rode it, until, at last, I could take no more ecstasy and collapsed, exhausted onto the floor. He laughed as he asked, “Are you going to give ‘getting a stroke a hole’ a whole new meaning today?”
