I leave little kisses all over your panties, I don't go near your slit. You grab my head and try to move it towards your pussy, but I refuse. I'm not...ready for that yet. I run my tongue down your right leg. You shiver. I stop near your knee. I move to the other knee. I run my tongue up your left leg, right back up to your panties. I stop. You moan, "Please, please don't stop." I take you to the room and lay you on the bed. I take my top and skirt off. I leave my bra and my panties on. " Hanson tightened his jaw until the muscles twitched at his temples while he thought of Billie's lovely body. The long, straight, flowing brown hair. The way it tumbled over her shoulders like strands of silk. And those pretty, thin shoulders and that narrow, sweet-smelling back. He laughed again, realizing that he'd never really smelled it. It would smell good, though, Hanson was sure. There was that orange T-shirt, too, that made her titties look so small and soft... tipped delicately with. I was certain that it was going to lead to a divorce and when that happened I would stun Tracy when I demanded a DNA test when she tried to get child support. I loved the bitch – God did I ever love her – but I would not let her humiliate me by giving me her lover's child to raise as mine and then naming the child after him.The next morning when I got up I started to put the boxes together and was taping them when the phone rang. It was Tracy. They were releasing her at ten and I could come and. My arse twitched and the exquisite painful pleasure coming from deep within my rear passage was amazing. ”Ohhhh god, I'm going to come." I breathed hard and flopped onto my hands and knees. My hand was stroking myself furiously. I dropped my hand away from the anal intruder leaving it wedged deep in my dark rear. I was stroking myself, wishing it was Michelle fucking me, masturbating me and driving me closer…making me come. I stroked my rod until I could feel my entire body tighten. My.