Two can play that game and I joined in on the tongue play, and wrapped my arms around her, caressing her everwhere I touched. She still had both her h...nds at the back of my head in my hair. We broke our kiss and Sally smiled and said, “Your mouth tastes delicious, Jo, what have you been drinking?” We both laughed in delight over that! “Booger Red,” I told her, “your breasts make pure Irish cream! You could go into business as a creamery making gourmet ice cream and butter with that sweet. Her breasts trembled with fear. She closed her eyes, trying to understand, trying to figure out if he wanted to hurt her, just fuck her, or both."This is a game to him, a fucking game," she realized. "Should I play along?" "What does he want to see from me?" "Fear, anger, excitement?"She heard his feet shuffle, felt a hand on her cheek, and something else resting on her chin. She quickly opened her eyes and saw his ass hovering over her. Then she felt his balls brush her nose as he took a half. His legs trembled as I slowly stroked it and cupped his balls all the while looking up into his green eyes, I began to lick the head. My pussy needed to be stuffed, I needed his cock but decided he would be in charge of that episode as I was along for the ride of my life. I licked and sucked on the head while stroking his nice shaft and squeezing his great ass. I tasted a little dribble of cum and began to slow down, No, dont stop, he pleaded, I can cum more than once. And he proceeded to go. "Hi, Chris? It's Warren. We just heard." He talked to her for a while, then hung up. "She's absolutely inconsolable," he told Sophie. "Completely devastated. One good thing--her boyfriend wasn't on duty. He got called down there, of course, but it was pretty much over by then." Warren took a breath. "Apparently, her brother got four terrified young skaters out of the building--but the smoke overtook him before he could get out." Wow." Wow is right. He was 31. Left a wife and three small.