Warm eyes dancing over your gorgeousness."We could be talking about anything and there you are with such a one-track mind," I respond playfully."As if..." you giggle. "And where was your mind in the shower this morning?" you tease, a coy smile across your gloss lips, as we both instantly enjoy those naughty shared memories. I smile that bit more as my eyes drown in you. You bring your mouth close to my ear and slip your hand around my waist."I can only imagine how torturous it's going to be for. I put my face in between her jugs and jiggled it. Then I sucked for a while on her nipples before shifting to her pussy. My fingers went deep inside her hole while my tongue ran around the opening. I licked and fingered until she squirted over my face.We shifted to the 69. I forced my cock inside her throat while I sucked her clit and rubbed it. She throated my cock for long and I was ready to ejaculate. So I got up and asked her to blow it faster which she did.No sooner and I was soon bursting. " A1: Voluminously Filled With Silk And Dried Herbs.A2: Tattered, Torn, And Mouldering, With A Cloying Reak Of Mildew And DecayA3: Made Of Well Sanded Pine Covered With Cotton Held On With Staples.A4: Decorated Along It's Sides With What My Probing Fingers Revealed To My Mind's Eye As Death's Head's And Ankhs."and my body to have the characteristics of,"B1: Small 'cute' lips, a little flat-ish 'snub' nose, small square teeth, a short tongue that can roll like a sausage bun, (perfect for eating. ’ Another sob burst out of Charlie’s throat. Frank changed the subject. ‘Do you remember that beautiful honors student back in high school, Charlie?’ Nervous silence. ‘Charlie?’ ‘Yeah! Yeah.’ ‘Where do you think that promising young lady is today? Running a corporation? Interviewing celebrities? Counseling stock investments? What do you think?’ ‘I have … no idea, Mr. Watkins.’ He glanced again at the assistant. She DID look remarkably like– ‘I like that. ‘Mr. Watkins.’ Keep that up, Charlie. It.