His finger fucked in and out of her pussy. His other hand was under her skirt in the back, lifting it, feeling her ass.

They were both red hot.

"Why don't you take your skirt off for me?" he suggested.

"Sure, okay," Sue said, stepping back as his hand slipped out of her panties.

She unzipped the little zipper in back and the red skirt flew to the floor. Mr. Madison took his slacks and shorts down. He took off his suit coat and the rest of his clothes.

Sue admired his lean, wiry nakedness, his fantastic prick.

The shaft, the rod-like, marble-like cock looked like it had been hand made out of magnificent ivory.

Sue stood in her panties, her sweater, knee socks and tennies.

He was completely nude.

He dipped to his knees and tugged her panties down, then kissed her cunt very softly, muffing his lips against the slit, licking very lightly on the curly carpet.

He took her panties down. Sue instinctively pulled her sweater off. Her black bra overflowed with her beautiful tits. Mr. Madison kissed and kissed on her cunt-little sweet, love smooches.

"Ohhhhh, sir!" Sue finally murmured.

Smack! Smooch! Slurp!

Sue had never felt anything so divine. Mr. Madison knew what he was doing. He was tender, loving, his lips licking, puckering, his tongue like a little dart as it speared up and down Sue's slick, slick silt.

Tiny kisses, just the tip of the tongue. And when he twiddled her clit, Sue came gloriously. She pushed down on his shoulders, humped over, thrust her hips out, bumped her pussy into his good-licking mouth, and let the sweet simmer of satisfaction sing through her like a symphony.

Mr. Madison knew she was cumming. He clutched her asscheeks, muffled in, opened his mouth and sucked voraciously as his tongue swiveled and swirled on Sue's clit.

"Oh, oooo, eeeck, ah." Sue mumbled. It was so good for her. She wanted her climax to continue forever.