Maybe lip-gloss....? But who cares you gladly suck anything off my plum lips, as long as there is some kind of contact. You lift me with your hands on...the back of my thighs until I am seated right were you want me, my pussy against your rock-hard cock. Only your jeans seperate us and the smell of my arousal hits you like a two-by-four. You trail your hands down my long legs, feeling the silkiness of my skin. Before grasping my ankles and tucking them in the small of your back. You angle your. That changed when my parents announced that they were going to take a "second honeymoon", or something, without me, if it was okay to leave me home alone for two weeks. My grandparents lived up the street, and I'd report there from time to time and eat meals I didn't make myself there.It was so perfect I nearly cried. Well, only kidding. But, I was very pleased indeed. All I had to do was bring James to the party.His house was quite near mine. He had to pass by my street to get home. One night. She thought it would be a great trick to grant Helen's wish. So that night when all slept, the witch cast a spell on Jack before flying off again on her broomstick.Helen woke up the next morning to a great scream of terror coming from Jack's room. She jumped out of her bed, checked quickly on her still slumbering child and rushed into her lodger's room. She found Jack lying in his bed weeping inconsolably. "Are you all right? Are you ill?" I'm dying," Jack moaned. "I've discovered tumors. I'm. My all-consuming lust for sex had blotted out the fact that just hours before, I'd given my wedding vows to Lena and that she was only upstairs asleep. Fearing the worst, I spun around expecting her to be standing there with a look of horror and hurt on her face, but Alan and I were still alone. He said, "Has that made you feel better or worse, now?" I smiled, and did up my gown as he zipped himself up. "Believe me Alan, I needed that. I feel a lot better, but there's no need for Lena to know.