It was just a tender exchange of mutual affection. Reaffirmation. As Talia said, exactly what we’d both needed. Talia was able to take her mind off ...hose unrelenting sexual fantasies, and I finally felt like solid matter again. Flesh and blood with a heartbeat. Then, at some point, I realized I had started unconsciously caressing her luscious ass through her PJs. Talia cooed from the attention, hooking one of her long, bare legs up over my hip so that our crotches were pressed directly. ” Marcus watched her go down on him and felt her lips enveloping his tip with her soft, wet tongue. He tilted his head back and groaned out of pleasure, leaning his hand against the refrigerator door, maintaining his balance. The way she took him in her mouth felt like he was already inside her folds, and by now he was already penetrating her mouth. Her lips moved in and out of her mouth, leaving him with a orgasmic sensation, but was able to control. Marcus could only imagine the moment he. "You shy sweetie?" I gave a polite response no and shared my nervousness. "Your sweet! Don't worry everything is going to be just fine." She had a small piece of paper that she glanced at as she sat down in her chair. I was just standing there in front of her desk. Christy then jumped into my sexual history which only took a minute to explain and it wouldn't of been even that had I not embellished. She smiled, leaned forward ....showing off her perfectly small cleavage and asked me in a soft. "Sarah? Are you okay?" I'M OKAY!" she yelled through the door. "You startled me. That's all."He digested that. "Can I come in?" Umm ... umm ... umm..." She sounded frantic, and he could hear her pacing."Say 'Yes'," he suggested."Yes!" she answered.Joey opened the door and found Sarah standing in the middle of her room, swaying and clutching her hands. Her room was dark, immaculate, clean, organized, and decorated with a horde of crocheted doilies and wall hangings. A huge crocheted afghan.