All of a sudden, it seemed that she had become very quiet and reserved, thinking about something, something buried deep inside her.

It seemed to me that she had become too quiet, staring off into space, or at me, and not saying a word. I couldn?t imagine why. She had always been so talkative. I should have been thankful for the silence, but it was obvious to me that something was bothering her.

"What?s the matter, " I asked one Saturday when we were alone. She shook her head. "Nothing, " she said.

I cleared my throat.

"Well, something?s up with you, or down, or whatever.

I just know that you aren?t yourself anymore.

" "I?ve got some things on my mind, Fernando, " she said.

"There?s like, you know, not an obsession or anything like that, but, you know, just a thought that won?t go away." "Whatever could it be? What is it?" I looked at her long, straight dark hair, cascading down to her shoulders. Her big brown eyes looked over at me.

She looked me in the eyes, and then down at my crotch again.

"I want to, you know, well, I can?t say it, Fernando." I frowned. She kept staring at my crotch, and the attention was causing my thingy to kind of jerk around and begin to grow. I wondered why she had been staring at my crotch so much lately. The attention was too much for me, and I felt my length jerk inside my shorts. My crotch, I suddenly thought.

She had been staring at my crotch! Was that it? "Did you want something from me? Was it something about me, Alicia?" She looked me in the eyes and nodded. I stood right in front of her, my crotch right at eye level. I decided to take the chance.

I thought, what the play. I reached down and took her hand in mine, then pressed it against my hard length in my shorts.

She squeezed my length through the material, then suddenly jerked her hand away.

She shook her head She looked at me. "I know, it?s just those old sayings and all that." She reached up and traced the outline of my length.

She moved her fingers tantalizingly to the head of it and pressed gently. I could feel my knees knocking. The feeling of her gentle hand on me was too much. I moved away and knelt between her thighs. I put one hand on one of her knees, the other hand on the other.

I pressed my lips to her inner thighs and ran my lips all the way up to her crotch, and then moved my lips down her other thigh to her knee. "Oh, God, I love that, " she said softly. I reached up and unsnapped her shorts. She moved her butt off the couch for a second, and tugged at the hem, pulling them and her panties down with one movement. I pulled them down to her ankles, and she kicked them aside. I looked up --- right into her thick black muff.

She had dark black pubic brown hair, and her thick softness hair appeared even darker and richer than the hair on her head.

I could see her inner lips, moist and pink, protruding out slightly from her outer lips.

I stuck out my tongue and ran it up her thigh again, this time lifting her legs over my shoulders. With that angle and position, I could even see her sensitive place as she parted her legs, bending them at the knees, using my shoulders for support. My tongue reached her cunt. I toyed her soft edges softly, moving my tongue gently across the folds of skin.

She jerked and moaned, and whispered how good that felt. I toyed upward, from the bottom of her snatch to the top, tasting her softness cream with the tip of my tongue. Then, I touched the tip of my tongue to her personal place. She moaned loudly, and her knees began to shake. My length was throbbing in its prison, and I was going to cum soon, just from what I was doing to her. I toyed a little harder, and then inserted my tongue into her softness. She came, nearly knocking me over with the jerking movements of her legs.

I kept my mouth to her cunt, turning my head sideways, kissing her on the lips, just as if they were a pair of facial lips. She came again, this time shouting my name Then, she moved her legs off my shoulders and sat up straight. All of a sudden, she moved off the couch and knocked me over, grabbing my shorts and tugging at them. "Just lay back," she said. "I wanna do this." She pulled my shorts off and had my length in her hand in about ten seconds. Her warm, wet mouth moved to my thingy as she grabbed it at the base.

She took it in her mouth with one quick movement, and I could feel my length at the back of her throat as she made swallowing motions. The sensation could drive you nuts.

I felt her build up a suction, and she slowly moved up on my thingy, then back down on it as she moved her tongue to the bottom of my thingy head, pressing my length against the roof of her mouth. Her fingers were fiddling with my balls, tugging at the skin slightly. I could feel the rising feeling that told me orgasm was imminent. I could feel my stomach muscles tighten, and it seemed that she knew I was going to cum, too. She sucked harder and faster, grabbing my length at the base and stroking it in time with her mouth movements. With a loud grunt, I came, shooting my load in her mouth. She sucked and swallowed, the squishy sounds of her swallowing actually turning me on even more. She kept my length in her mouth for another minute as it slowly deflated in size, but it stayed, for the most part, hard. Then she lay beside me on the floor, her chin in her hand.

"Well," she said.

"What do you make of that?" "I thought it was great." She nodded. "I thought it would be, too, for the longest time."