“Just promise me you'll run and not walk,” I said. “Will do,” Jeff replied as he got up. Then he ran to the bedroom and got another condom. Th...n he ran back with one in his hand. But he put it on the end table and stood in front of me. “Hey I thought we were about to make love?” I asked. “I know,” Jeff replied as he picked me up and put me on the floor. Then he got down on his stomach and started eating me out first. I loved him eating me out. But we didn't always do it though. A lot of times. The fingers of my left hand torment my clit, pinching and rolling it and until my hips buck, and then slip down into me, hooking against my bone, making me squirm. Perhaps three minutes pass and I know I am close to coming, and I know, too, that I cannot come quietly, so I back off. I can still hear your voice droning but I cannot make out the words, as my own pleasure is buzzing too loudly in my ears. I move my fingers out of my pussy and run them along my ass, giving myself gooseflesh. My. I walk into the lounge, the cares of the day vanishing as a breeze as I see you kneeling on the rug by the fire, your modesty covered only by a soft pink see through chiffon nightie and silky panties, a look of love shining in your eye. I greet you with a smile that has been absent since I left you in our bed, still glowing from our mornings lovemaking. As I approach your lip quivers in anticipation, your eyes demurely cast down fixed upon my feet. I stand before you and move a stray lock of. I'll see you next week.” “Love you too, slut,” I tease her back. I watch the smile widen on her face to the name I only use for her. We do it all in good fun but most don't understand our sick sense of humor. I say goodnight to the others Kayla is taking back into the city and go inside. I usually pick up right after the party, but I have had too much too drink and not enough care in the world to clean the mess we've made. I bring the food inside and Sam puts out the fire. The rest can wait. .