You cup my face in your hands and look into my eyes as though you can see to the depths of my soul. You gently stoke my hair then softly kiss my foreh...ad, my cheek, my lips. Then you lick my neck tenderly. As you pull me tight against you, you bite my neck with such passion. You can feel me melt in your arms as a moan escapes my lips. You hold on to me tightly to keep me from falling to the floor. You take my hands, intertwining our fingers and bring them to your chest, brushing my nipples. When Bobby showed up, Christy couldn’t keep from looking at him. He hadn’t shaved, and the dark stubble on his chin made her want to feel it. She loved nothing more than being tickled and scratched on her throat, by short, stiff stubble.What really bothered her was that he did not flirt with her. He was very businesslike. First he showed her how to draw a line where the first color would barely go over. Later, he said, they’d tape that line, and the second contrasting color would be applied.. This stranger was an expert. She was already wiggling and pressing back against his fingers. after a few seconds longer Brett pulled from Jessica's mouth. "Your turn buddy." He said happily.The stranger removed his hand from underneath her dress and he took Brett's place.Jessica was shocked. He was massive. 11 inches long and two times thicker than her dildo. 'Oh my god' her face said."I found him online," Brett said, "What you think?" Jessica didn't know what to say so she reached out and. Well, maybe one of them ... and, I'll admit ... I'm not sure you believe in that one since you don't follow his rules." I do the best I can." No, Bill. You don't. You're like most professors of faith ... you do the least you can. Let's take your lottery win. Did you tithe?" Err..." erred Bill."Tithing is one of the rules in his book." Violet continued, "have you helped the widows and orphans?" Err..." He did it again."Relieving the suffering of widows and orphans is in his book. Those are two.