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Gazing at her finely trimmed minge causes me to remember how much l loved going down on my beloved. Especially when she was in the midst of a telephone conversation with a sister, or close friend. l remarked about this one time when l was in the company of my best friend and his girlfriend. As luck would have it, l no sooner made the remark, and her mother called......She wasn't going to answer, let it go to voicemail, but l begged her on my knees to answer. (The young Lass was clad only in panties and a camisole. Her habit upon entering my home was to get comfortable, and to watch what effects her efforts had on me). Simultaneous to her "Hello Mom", l dove for the promised land. Deftly scooting aside the flimsy lace leg opening in the panties and inserting my tongue. Her discipline to remain calm on the phone with her mother were admirable......but lust eventually won out. She gave her mother a fleeting, "Talk to ya later" before going for my cocktus erectus........
