"First of all, I am going to overlook the fact that one of yourclients is getting freebees but you have to understand there are going tobe changes her.... First of all, Chrissie and I are moving into the masterbedroom and you are moving your stuff into the guest bedroom. I want thatdone before we come home tonight. Another thing, you know that kinkystuff you have going on with Chrissie? That's not happening anymore. I'mthe one in charge of him now. You've got your hands full anyway now." One more. "A closer inspection of the member is required, I dare say," she said as she sank to her knees before me, letting her hand slowly slide down my torso as she did. I stood proud, pointing strong and true, directly at her face. She looked at it and caressed it gently. Her hand felt like silk as she maneuvered it about my stiffness and around my balls gently. She looked up at me, gauging my reaction to her touch which by the pleased look on my face, told her good things. With no warning, she took. Nice road. As we entered the stream cut there were more very slow moving cars. All along the route cars were stopped and families were reading monuments and maps on posts. It started out pretty ... then the mined area began ... and that was awful. Piles of debris, gorge walls washed away ... holes in cliffs and junk ... junk and more junk ... but it’s historical and can’t be removed. When I noticed men digging in the river and panning or running high-bankers I realized what the signs meant:. She rewards my meticulous patience with a further drizzle of fluid from her shaven snatch and it takes every ounce of resolve not to lap it up.Putting the razor aside, I sluice the washcloth in the warm water and rinse away stray hair and foam from her beautiful cunt. That's what it is now. Not a pussy but a hot, dripping, mouth-watering, wet cunt. Uncapping the massage oil, I shake a few drops into my palms, warming them before rubbing the balm over her skin to ward off any irritation. Ice.