She opened her eyes and looked at me like I had done something impossible. Then she started to giggle again and slapped my face lightly. “Haven�...�t had that done by hand in a long time – I thought you were going to eat me out.” She tried to act like she missed out on something. “I am going to eat you out.” I stated without a hint of doubt “that was just a warm up.” “Oh my” she whispered, almost as if to herself. My hand hadn’t left her snatch because I was taking in all the silky. But just as the past couple of weeks, we both stop short. We may not be talking about it, I sense we are thinking it. I stare at you again for a moment, then motion for you to lean in... With my finger under your chin, I pull your mouth to mine, and instead of a quick 'hi-nice-to-see-you' kiss, we passionately share a open-mouthed kiss. Tasting each other for the first time. Growing increasingly intense. Tongues intertwined, heavy breathing; passion.You pull away and say "Wow. That's one why to. And her ass, ah man, to die for! Ah, bros, you should have seen this bitch!" said Jose energetically. "I mean she was hot, and a freak in bed!" "Sounds hot," says Joe. "Was she. I mean she cleaned my pipes," says Jose. "That be twelve bucks, by the way." "Here, keep the change." "So, what you dudes doing tonight?" asks Jose. "I bet you getting some action yourselves." "Ah, we waiting on a couple of babes," replies Joe. "Alright! You guys don't wear 'em out too bad, hear?" Jose says. "Yeah,. ‘Hello, Peter.’ ‘Hello, Edithe. What did I do to deserve this?’ ‘You’ll have to ask my mistress.’ Cook turned and entered the tent, standing aside so that he could also enter. At the head of the table sat a beautiful woman, her golden-brown hair piled in perfect curls on top of her head. Her reddened lips curved around the thin lip of a crystal glass, letting the wine touch her tongue before swallowing it down. ‘Mistress? He’s here.’ Withers gasped when he recognized the woman who cast dark.