Moving her shirt away from her left breast, I used my index finger to stroke her left areole in a circular motion. I felt her hands grasp my shoulders as I moved my tongue in and out of her and her hips started moving involuntarily to match my thrusts. I moved my hands under her shirt and started to tickle her bare body, sliding my hands up her sides until I was tickling the soft skin over her ribs right at her bust line. She clearly inexperienced, but the rock hard erection that generally managed to run my life was telling me that I had a treasure in my arms that I might not experience again. Pressing down, she smiled as I entered her. I started caressing her stomach and breasts again, and within minutes she was breathing deeply, clearly on the way to another orgasm. After we dried each other off, which certainly took a while, I took her hand and led her to her bedroom. She started to move in concert with my probing finger and, again, began to get very excited.
