.. with her baby finger... That's when I knew!! Went back to drop her off. Kissed her on lips goodnight (very daring never did it before) put my...hand on her rib cage. She did not flinch. Prolonged kiss. Moved hand up to her tit. She actually smiled. Felt her up. Felt her bra... Moved her in to apartment. She asked if I was happy....said NO! She knew marriage on rocks... and it was... because her daughter was constantly traveling... We sat on couch. Kissed her more... felt her all. He wished he could watch her, wished he could see himself being taken by those soft red lips. She circled the head of his cock with slow, wet strokes and then started sucking and playing with just the tip whilst her hands ran up and down his now wet shaft. Between her persistent mouth, her loving hands and the relentless feeling from the butt plug the whole lower part of his body was ablaze with sensation. He couldn’t keep still any longer and was starting to buck his hips, desperate to. Inevitably! Apart from the smalls and pitch-black underwear, he puts on and clothes himself in nothing else. Not even a brummagem, garish brand of shirt; not even anything that jazzy or flash tacky sort-like.I am whacked and slugged out of breath. I cannot gasp; I cannot gulp or sigh as I feel like. Stian! He has staggered and swept me off my feet. Is a man alleged and presupposed to be this exquisitely dishy and well-proportioned. Is this up to the mark and so and so? Is it really? Just when. __________________________________ ‘Madeleine, Miss Townsend, I’m Dr Payson. You awake?’ Madeleine shook herself awake, tried to focus on the woman floating above her, but she felt foggy and on fire. She nodded at the woman. ‘Madeleine, the antibiotics and anti-venoms haven’t done the trick. Gangrene is setting in. We’re going to have to operate on your leg. I don’t think we’ll have to amputate, but we’ll probably have to take some tissue. Do you understand what I’m saying, Madeleine?’ ‘Yes,.