He moved down my body, pulling my trousers off, followed by my underwear, then my top and my bra. I now lay naked on my bed looking up at him grinning...like mad I’m sure. He stood up and pulled off his jeans and boxers, giving his cock a hard tug before crawling on the bed, lifting my legs and putting them over his shoulders as he lay on his stomach between them. I remember waiting patiently for him to lick my pussy but he seemed to just be looking at it. His hands moved from my hips up to my. We clinked glasses and took a sip, and then it was time to dig in. Collette’s eyes strayed to John’s muscular chest every few seconds, something she couldn’t be faulted for. “The flowers are brilliant. Are they from your own garden?” I asked her between mouthfuls. “Yes, they are all self grown,” she admitted, flushing slightly but with pride in her eyes. “I especially love these orange and yellow lilies,” I told her. “They are so pretty and sexy… almost naughty.” She blushed again, and I was. " Shegulped. "Baby I couldn't live with it if you went back again and we hadto work together."I was a little pissed at her lack of faith on me. "Siobhan I understandyhay my history isn't so good on this but I have already told you I amnot going back. I have been weak in the past I know that. I was hopingyou would have more faith in me." She was about to respond but I feltlet down by her lack of trust. I hung up I was left with this sensethat Siobhan was angry. No not angry maybe frustrated was. She was quite hot and dirty from her days labours, but she and Ken had worked well together and she felt a deep sense of satisfaction for what they had achieved: she also experienced a strong sense of connection with her builder, plus she was also now sure in her mind that she felt something other than just friendship for the sturdy Cornishman. Ellen and her husband, Jack, had always had a good physical relationship, even up to his sudden death, and Ellen now admitted to herself that she almost.