easier. What intense pleasure! Rub my clitoris harder and
titillate the interior of my mount with your other finger."

"Yes, darling, I will, but, your petticoats are in the way," replied
Horace. "I want to see my finger enter in and out of your luscious
grotto."

"I will soon remedy that," she replied, lifting her petticoats above
her navel, thus exposing her magnificent thighs, a portion of her white
belly, and above all, her delicious con.

"How beautifully you are made, dear Olivia," said Horace, devouring
with his eyes the luscious sight before him. "What a luscious belly,
and then this masterpiece of nature--this splendid bushy mount... what
words can I find to express its beauties--what fine silky down
surrounds this luscious little con! How deliciously the lips pout,
inviting a visitor. Let me examine the interior of this abode of
happiness."

So saying, Horace seated himself on the ground between Olivia's thighs.
With the fingers of one hand he opened the lips of her slit and peered
curiously into the ruby cavity. He passed the other hand behind her,
molding and pressing her buttocks, even advancing one finger into the
narrow passage adjacent to the haven of love. After continuing this
play for a minute or two, he inserted his tongue between the lips of
her bijou, titillated the interior of her grotto, sucking her clitoris.
Olivia was almost mad with pleasure, and showed it by opening her
thighs to the widest extent. When she felt his tongue come in contact
with her clitoris she experienced the acme of delight.

"Stop, dear Horace," said Olivia, throwing her arms around his neck,
"or I shall spend I shall indeed--Oh darling, darling--for heaven's
sake, stop."

"It is a hard matter to leave the interior of your luscious grotto,"
said Horace withdrawing his tongue from her slit and looking into her
face. "The sensitive folds of your vagina embraced my tongue so
deliciously, and your clitoris is so beautiful that I hate to give it
up. But, darling, let me see your beautiful bubbies."

"How fond you are of molding and pressing a woman's breasts," returned
Olivia, unhooking her dress and shaking it off her shoulders, thus
exposing her magnificently developed semiglobes. "Then here they are.
Do what you like with them. See how stiff and firm the nipples stand
out."

Horace then began to toy with her breasts, molding and pressing them
and then sucking their rosy nipples. While he was thus engaged, Olivia
to