Reminiscing about a girlfriend's orgasm

I was thinking about a girlfriend from almost 40 years ago. She was a few years older than me, and I wasn't as experienced as I wanted people to think. But she helped me to learn a lot. I remember not really knowing what to do when I first started giving her oral, because my toungue would get tired and you have to keep going for a while to satisfy a woman orally. But then I learned that I could hold the hood around her clitoris gently with my lips and then shake my head back and forth. It's a lot easier to keep that up for a long period of time than it is to keep tounguing for the amount of time it takes to get a girlfriend to the placce she needs to go -- especially when her hips start moving as she starts getting closer to her destination and you have to keep it going against the force of her thrusts. And one thing about her let me know when she had arrived at her destination, because, when she came, her nipples used shrivel up. It was a wonderful discovery, because I knew not to stop until that happened. I still have fond memories of looking up from her delicious bush (it was the early '80s), my face soaked by her, and admiring the beauty of the way her nipples had shriveled tight at the moment of her orgasm. And the aroma of her musk was sometimes overpoweringly great.