“Mr. Smith?” I asked, stupidly. My companion’s body language clearly stated, “Who else, asshole? Get a grip.”“Have you got it?” I asked,...equally dense.“Have you?” he replied. At least, the voice was clearly that of an educated man, not an opportunistic vagrant. A slight, maybe even scrawny figure, this man of mystery wore an oversized hooded sweatshirt, hood pulled tight around his face. I would not be seeing Mr. Smith’s visage this night.But considering I had my coat collar high and a Giants. I starting getting him to drink pineapple juice a few months back telling him I read it was good to prevent colds. You probably don’t know it, but Charlie takes quite a few vitamins and supplements. He’s a little overprotective about germs and getting sick.”“And where did you learn those two things would make his spunk taste good?”“I found it online at some kind of a women’s porn site,” Lexi said. “There were several women who claimed they had made their husband’s semen endurable by feeding. With each pump of his hips, his movements grew more certain. In the end, he just had to let his leash go. His body knew what it wanted.As did Rachel’s, despite herself. Her eyes squeezed shut and her hips stayed still, but she couldn’t control everything. She couldn’t quiet her voice. He heard as her tone turned from anguish to enjoyment, with sweet moans of pleasure rewarding every thrust. She couldn’t keep her inner walls from flexing around him, squeezing him in even more blissful tightness.. So don’t worry about mother hearing. My father is in Europe for the next month on business. With her compliments” she hands me a ¾ full glass. Pours her own. Then we silently toast and touch glasses. After a healthy sip I then asked.“With HER compliments?”“Yes of course; how do you think I got into this? I just finished with the hose and garter when I heard you in the hall” She disrobes and strikes pose reminiscent of Rita Hayworth or Betty Paige. She reveals a herring bone corset; matching.