Her corset and knickers are soon off, and I waste no time at all in feeling her beautiful, voluptuous breasts in the clutches of my adoring hands. The... feel like warm, smooth rubber to me, like soft, durable silicone. ‘You haven’t had a boob job have you?’ I say, observing how similar they feel to some of the dancers at Lace strip club. ‘No I haven’t,’ she says, looking at me as if she’s let me down in some way. ‘Just checkin’,’ I say. I pull a raunchy, witty grin and then, pushing my face. How are you all doing being of my social-media family otherwise for this particular search engine being of a pornographic nature, huh?but then nevertheless let me say, &/or state for that being of the record how that that being of the person of I myself am sorry if some of my words were misspelled during that being of the last story post being of which I myself had composed, & then had it printed, or posted, well hopefully not all of my stories were like that, & then whereas you all must. But removing the skin from Ansah’s face was reserved for last, this being the most delicate work, especially considering that she wished to remove the skin all in one piece.“Why one piece,” asked Penelope, “Why not just remove one strip at a time?”“I’ll be sending it to the Chancery office, and I think it will make more of an impression if it’s complete,” said Alice.“How long can he last?” asked Liz.Alice smiled. “As long as I want.” She lowered her mouth to Ansah’s ear. “I’ve got bad news for. Slowly, he began moving towards me, closing the gap between us, as if being pulled by some invisible force. He lowered his head, and his lips gently grazed mine. It sent shivers down my spine, and my whole body began tingling. He pulled back slightly, and then kissed me again, a little less gently. Our lips parted as I kissed him back, our tongues mingling as we tasted one another. I could feel his hands exploring my body, and mine his, tentatively at first and then more fervently. Our kiss.