I placed my hands on either side of your waist, brushing my palms against your wonderful woman’s curves.My mouth was now approaching the lips of you... honeypot, to kiss, to smell, to taste. First a lick with the end of my tongue, then my mouth against those soft adorable lips, an open-mouthed kiss, sensing the delectable odour of your sex floating up into my nostrils. Then my tongue slipping through my own lips, to lick again those other, softer, feminine sex lips, to prise apart the labia folds. . I don't think it would have been so easy otherwise."That drew my attention to her dress again. She had taken off the stockings back at the garage, dumping them along with her heels into the trash can, and was barefoot. What really grabbed my attention was the way the mini had slid up her thigh, emphasizing the creamy length of skin. For a second, for just a second, I wondered how the skin would feel to my fingertips.I was distracted from my observation by a peck on my lips. It was just like. “On your knees.”Jonas went on his knees, his head still bowed. “Look at me. Good. Unbutton my pants. Slowly.”He felt the blood rushing into his cock as the boy unbuttoned his pants. His cock came free. Circumcised, bulging with veins, thick and long. “Put it in your mouth. Mmm-hmm. There you go. Gently, suck on it.”The boy’s head moved up and down. Mark placed a hand on his head, lightly in the beginning and then forced the boy all the way down. “Stay there.” The boy coughed—or tried to. Mark. I love you too, Janine thought, even after this revelation. But that’s not what she was going to say. She had to be strong now. “You say you love me, but you can’t even control yourself around her”, she accused.“She’s not coming back” Mark replied.“And if she did, she could seduce you in a second. Our maybe it will be some other woman on the street that you see, and you’ll follow her home”“Please” Mark said, hurt.“I can’t trust you anymore, Mark. You’re obviously lusting after other women, and.