Mark lustily looks at the ice cream that has reached her pussy entrance and hurriedly removes his tie and dress shirt so as to not stain his clothes. ...e leans in and sucks the ice cream from her outer labia. Marissa shudders and moans. His mouth devours the ice cream and his tongue expertly coats her pussy with his saliva. The whole milk shake has been poured on her body and she sets the glass down behind her. She continues to shiver either from the cold drink on her flesh or from Mark's oral. He raised his hand up and wiped the tear that was running down my cheek. Then he mentioned the last day we had worked out. He asked me if I remembered it and I affirmed that I did. Then he explained how when he had me in his arms, he could smell the sweetness of my perfume and that along with having my body pressed against his, he had gotten hard. He said it was then he realized that he had to stop, or he would do something we both would regret. I just looked into his hazel eyes. It finally. I picked a dark, secluded table so I could watch the door. I knew he would be looking for me, but I wanted a few moments to admire him as he walked in. I wanted to know if I could still feel his presence when he entered a room. I also wanted to know if he still had the same effect on me as in the past. Twirling my glass of red wine, occasionally sipping, I was nervous about seeing him again and excited as well. The wine seemed to stoke the already warm fire burning in my belly and I felt the. " I fluttered my eyelashes a little as a signal that, as far as I was concerned, the affair had just been 'launched', "Yes... I'd like that very much, Tony." Great! That's a date then. I'll see you on Friday. Let's meet over there, shall we - say around 7.15pm?"I left that bookshop feeling slightly heady. His final use of 'date' seemed a confirmation that my bookseller had designs. Who was I to deter him? I felt a divine wetness seeping from my slit, wetting my thighs, as I walked home.~ ~ ~ ~.