Although only in a picture it has to be her. The door opens on the first floor and I tell my wife I have to go back and get my cell phone. I have be a...one with her if only for a moment. The door closes and I instantly slap her ass hard letting my hand linger on her lovely ass, feeling her up. She turns to look at me, a shocked look on her face. As our eyes lock, I see the look of of lust and passion. I grab her by the shoulders and push her against the wall of the elevator. She smiles,. ‘What is your name, beautiful cocksucker?’ I queried. ‘Valentine,’ she muffled. ‘And today is going to be a day you will re’member’!’ ‘What’s the word limit?’ I asked Britishly, not knowing how much to say. ‘No limits,’ she fellated. ‘Only lust and desire. Those are my sisters: Lust is the Blonde, and Desire is the midget.’ ‘Have Desire go and make me a pot of tea’, I grunted between thrusts. ‘I find her cross eyed look off putting.’ Even though my name is Desire I am still the only asexual. Porsche (yes, apparently that was her real name) had met my Dad about three months prior to their getting married.He had gone to Las Vegas on a business trip–a sales convention for his company. One day after the endless meetings, he had stopped off at a local titty bar called Candi's for a little something to relax.There he met Porsche and they hit it off. The next thing they knew, Dad was bringing her home to meet me.At least that's the story they told me. My name is Alex Anderson and I am a. He kept repeating that with each side as they kissed with the passion of long lost lovers. Greg had never been this comfortable with a woman. His lips found their way to her breast and she just kept saying, ‘O Greg, that feels so good. I don’t want you to stop,’ as she ran her hands through his hair and pulled his mouth tighter against her nipple. He began to suck on one as his fingers squeezed the other nipple. Her body started to tremble and her whole body rocked as the orgasm passed through.