He kept on doing what he was, and I just laid there in awefeeling his massive dick grind against my hand. He then began slowlymoving up my body. Whe... he got to the neck area he stopped for a minuteand began to add more oil. He then was beginning to make his way aroundthe top of my head when he stopped again for a minute. When he carriedon again I could now smell a hint of sweat in the room. Not paying anyattention to it, he made his way around the top of my head and beganworking down the. It was better than honey. And a thought came to be. I wanted to taste very lips. I softly stopped sucking on her tongue and ran the tip of my tongue along her lips. Could taste her lip gloss and didn’t really enjoy it. I took a short break and wiped it off from her lips with my hands. She got confused, “You didn’t like?” she asked. I simply replied, “I want ‘your’ taste”. “Then come back to me stupid” she pulled me back to her without wasting any time.My right hand started roaming beyond her. The anteroom was long and narrow room with doors at both ends and no windows. It, too, was lit by a glass roof which was frosted to prevent the sun from being too strong and, in recent years, to prevent passengers and pilots of helicopters from looking in. There was a small dais with a large chair, or small throne on it and several other chairs round the walls. In the centre of the floor was another dais which was about three feet square and had no chair on it. The walls were decorated with. " Could be," I mused out loud. I do pay a lot of attention to thedetails, like nails, makeup, jewelry, you know. And I don't like to getgrubby, so being a girl's kind of perfect for me." Very interesting," Dr. Westerman said thoughtfully. "Well, I must beon my way to another appointment. Thank you again, Sandy, Mrs. Johnson,for being so candid. I'd like to write this up as a case study, withyour permission of course. But first I think we need to see how thingsplay out for Sandy over the next.