When I am with Anita I occasionally use a rather plain brand of Serbo-Croatian. Although I actually strive to speak Croatian with her, my Serbian learned in Belgrade in my youth pokes through from time to time. She is sometimes stunned by my words; to her credit, she is never miffed by them. Here is a good example of the way I use my tongue with Anita. It happened only last night. Her feet up and her legs splayed, she was sitting in her favorite spot in the corner of the kitchen counter. I was sitting in a chair in front of her. She was high above me, too. To my own surprise, I spoke out of the blue: “Would you like me to take off your underpants and watch your cunt.” This is as close to a literal translation of what I said as I can make it, but my language was plainer still. For instance, I said “breeches” rather than “underpants.” Anita giggled, slid down from her perch, and let me undress her without the slightest hesitation. Disarming, this. Then she climbed back into her place. I watched, sniffed, and kissed her gorgeous crotch for a long while, but I gave her a ravenous lick in the end. She had an orgasm so powerful I could feel it under my tongue. As often happens when she is so giving with me, I was near tears with love. Make that love and respect.