Within seconds, a torrent of love juice flowed over my chin and down onto the bedspread. Yet I felt no shards of guilt ripping at my conscience and no reluctance to spread my legs for her touch. The feel of her firm young boobs was wonderful and the dress, stretched tight across the back of my hand, a sensory bonus. The softness of her flower bloomed against the pressure of my tongue and I stretched in as far as I could reach. It was getting dark, and to my surprise the lights were on in the room. It was summer and the square top was cut low for comfort in the July heat. I'm sorry. Her lover? Hope swelled in her breast, her heart beat a little faster. This seemed to excite her, and with wide eyes, she lowered her wet young lips and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. Thoughtlessly, her mouth opened, a simple surrender, and she felt the hot pillar of his most private flesh pass between her lips and stroke slowly against her tongue, moving into her accepting mouth, filling her there as well.