Anna didn’t miss a step and pressed the soles of her shoes to the wall sticking her knees out, allowing me access to the bay betwixt her thighs, whi...h held me tight as I held her. I might have chuckled slyly. Now with her hands still tied around my neck, she was positioned slightly above me. Her gorgeous gray eyes were still fixated into mine, her feminine fragrance washed over me even stronger, and I could still taste her tangy lip gloss on my own lips.We kissed again, this time our lips. The image of the butcher's son's cock flashed into her brain along with all the other cocks she had licked, sucked and taken into her openings as far back as she could remember. Some were thick and some were long but the most memorable was that of the butcher's son because he was a lad without guile and of simple manner. He followed her instruction and kept to her schedule regarding exact placement and required pace. His mother was beholden to the coven and the often drunk woman offered his. While petite, she wasn’t truly thin in her scrubs, and appeared to have just a bit of ‘pooch/chub’ to her belly, telling me she had children.“Remember me from the office? I’m Ashley.” She said. She wasn’t letting go of me, and that worked fine. In fact, it got the little gears in my mind spinning. We grabbed a small booth, and over the next 30 minutes, we had a full bottle of wine as we commiserated and got caught up.“Mom always said to stay away from you,” Ashley said, “But she never said. His hands were electrifying on her! No man had ever had his hands inside her panties, and others were watching. "Please, no." She struggled free of his hands and pulled away. She looked up at him. "I would like to go back to the hotel now." He grinned. But this time there was no humour in his eyes. Instead there was a strange look. He reached for her. Kirstie backed away, but the now silent Africans pushed her back towards him. She fell into his arms, and he grasped her tight. His mouth crushed.