As April arched her back in pleasure, she reminded Simon of a cat he once saw bathing on the porch of a house.  It was laying supine, spread out like a fuzzy carpet, clearly enjoying how the sunlight battered against it.  Simon temporarily left her breasts alone as he traveled back down the expanse of her body, now oiling up and massaging her llegs.  Sparing no less effort on her calves and thighs, his inquisitive fingers wandered her.<br/><br/>Although he made a point of never letting his fingers touch her sex.  Instead he deliberately circled around it and watched April jerk against his hand, eager for a touch.  However, he leaned down again and blew another stream of cold air against her hot sex.  He came back up to look at April below him.  He continued to blow on her nipples until he was certain that they were absolutely chilled.  Then his tongue slipped out and touched the tip of her hardened nipple before suddenly withdrawing back into his mouth.  Simon decided to ease some of her agony and slipped a nipple into his mouth, letting his teeth gently scrape it as he began to suck on it with his wet and hot mouth.