"Yeah," I croaked, my mouth getting dry despite having just had her tongue inside it. "Your ass looks so hot in those panties."She snuck her hand insi...e my boxers and grabbed my naked cock, tugging on it. "Do you want to fuck it?"I closed my eyes and moaned. "God! Yes I do, but..." What?" she breathed, her tongue trailing wetly over my cheek, sending lightning bolts of pleasure down my spine."I promised Amanda I'd never fool around with another girl unless she was there to enjoy it too," I. You open your thighs wide and look into My face as you place your hands behind your neck and straighten your posture. When you are in position I reach out and place My hand to your lips. I feel the dryness of them as you kiss My hand. I remove My hand from your lips and slide My foot between your open thighs until My toes rest against your sex. I feel the wetness there and say."Moisten My foot ,so when you again kiss it you may wet your lips".I pick up My notebook and start to write yet again.. . it made sense after a night ride in November. If you've never ridden a motorbike in winter, I'll just say that the wind-chill is rather important; every mile an hour of wind has the effect of a one-degree drop in ambient temperature (I'm not sure if that's Fahrenheit or Celsius. It doesn't matter, really; you get cold.)We sat together on that little sofa and sipped cocoa."So..." I began slowly, uncertain whether to tackle the issue right then. If not then, when? "Bella ... I'm your. I let out a small laugh, and I?m smiling again."There you go. All you needed was a little laugh," Tom says.I tell Tom Pauline saw the whole thing and show Tom the text.He laughs loudly, gets the others to look, they all let out noises ofamazement."She never yells. She?s always so calm," says one of them.I hurry back to work, realising I?m a little late. I rush in andapologise, and start answering calls.A short time later one of the guys with Tom walks in with a mug."I heard you liked chamomile.