Besides," suddenly rather wistfully, "Caroline liked me like this. She used to say she liked to think of me, whilst we were apart, with my quim all un...overed and getting juicy, waiting for her tongue."My cousin seemed to shake herself clear of reverie and moved across to carry out a detailed inspection of my nakedness."Hmm," she said, at last. "You don't have much body hair, less than me in fact. And what you have is very soft and downy. Even you pubes are like a little silk fringe. Your face. TTYL, too horny, must go find Jackson Fucking hell. What an evil tease, I think. I am still trying to think up an answer when my desk phone rings and draws me back into doing work. I’m still on the phone discussing the fate of the Chicago branch when I hear something hit the floor outside my office, followed by a familiar voice exclaim in frustration. I glance away from my computer and, fucking hell, you are there, bent over at the waist, picking up some folders you ‘accidentally’ dropped, your. .." he started to say."No, Ross," she silenced him with fingers on his mouth.Then Monica brought her knees under her, rested her hands on his chest, and started doing Ross with the passion she had put into his blow job. Consuming desire on her face. Small ass bucking up and down as she fucked him.Rachel kissed Chandler, as they stood near Ross and Monica."Looks like it's me and you," she smiled.He sat on the couch, and she did him Reverse Cowgirl so they both could watch the Feature. Exchanging some ideas off each other, but not much, just working along side one another. It isn't until it is dark outside that she finally says something. “Oh my God, I'm fading. I'm starving like never before. If I don't get something in me, I'm going to just die.” She's all theatrical, her voice slightly whiny, but in a cute, I need to be over the top way. She looks at me as though she is in pain, but a smile she can't deny while doing so. “Is that my cue to feed you, M'lady? I did say I'd.