After all she was much older than me and I was sure she knew a lot more about sex than I. I wet my fingers with her hot slippery juices and began to play with her lips gliding my fingers up and down their length. She tried to scream, but her mouth was dry and it came out a bit raspy. The material was similar t-shirt quality; when it got wet, it clung to skin and everything underneath became visible. I slowly worked my fingers in and out rubbing deftly against her ‘G’ spot. I clamped my mouth to her swollen and pulsing clit and gently began to suck her in and out between my lips. When I started to say we were on the Cape for the month as well, my hand returned to her warm arm. “Oh, Bobby what are you doing? Her fingers dug into my back and all she said was faster and harder. I wondered if I had gotten the wrong message. I winked back but for a different reason; it was
