Your hand knocks several bottles and containers on the counter. One in particular cathes your eye. There is some real Canadian Maple Syrup in a bottle...perfectly shaped for precision pouring, circular,slim at the top and widening to the base. You snatch it up and put it in your mouth like you are sucking it off. Which in a way you are doing. You are cleaning it, warming it, and lubricating it all in the same incredibly sexy movement. All the time your other hand never takes the fingers out of. "New Wave Video," I said out loud, reading the front of his card. His name was at the bottom, along with a telephone number, both office and a cell. I flipped it over and looked at the website printed beneath a female silhouette. Thinking nothing more of the encounter I threw the card into my purse and went to pay for my groceries. That evening Tom and I had dinner, and afterwards Tom took the rest of his wine to his study. I finished up the dishes, did some reading, and got ready for bed. Tom. She just allowed her man to do anything he wished with her.With his wet tongue he just touched her clit, sending her into orbit. The electrical charge lifted her off the bed and for a second stayed airborne. When she hit the mattress she bounced with part of her mouth biting into the sheet. Her eyes were like saucers and the touch was so powerful Emma that her vocal cords froze so she couldn't utter a sound. He licked it again and got the same reaction.Emma shook her head violently signaling. She suddenly got an idea. She put on a short negligee and went downstairs."Hi," she said as she approached her brother.He was flat on his back, bench-pressing a barbell over his chest. She ogled the steely hard muscles in his arms as they bulged and strained, sinewy and sexy under the deeply tanned skin. She eyed his crotch, also bulging inside his grey fleece shorts as he exerted pressure to push the weights into the air."Hi," he said between thrusts, not wanting to waste words or energy in.