V. gently bends me forward so that my head rests on my knees. He inserts a finger into my pussy, exploring its eager status, teasing me with a second finger, and, for an instant a third, moving the troika as a unit leisurely in and out. He brings his hand to his face, favorably evaluating my private scent and flavor, then reaches towards me, offering his fingers which I smell and taste with glee, adding the moisture from my mouth as I suck and lick them clean. He comes to the front of the couch for a moment and we kiss again, my personal sap now in the tongue mixing. .....