Beautiful even without it, Kerri had applied a hint of makeup to darken and accentuate her eyes making them mysterious and seductive. She even wore a ...int of lipstick, something she seldom did. Her lips, always prominent, seemed to be pouting her sexuality. She was a ravishing and sensual beauty."What's going on?" he asked suspiciously."Nothing," she smiled, "I just wanted to welcome home the man of the house. I fixed T-bones."He allowed her to lead him to the dining area where she had set the. So, I wrote down this confession in my letter. I wrote that I wanted to dress up for her so we could make love as two women. My hands shaking, I folded up the letter and made my way back to the kitchen where we would meet. She was already there and waiting with letter in hand, looking every bit as nervous as I did. We smiled at each other and passed the notes. Excited to see what she had written, I opened her letter. It read as follows: “When I was in college, I had a girlfriend for three. Used in public, 'Honey, ' engendered a 'trained monkey, ' response from me that made it impossible for me to disagree with her. The word, uttered from Becky's lips, defined possession, I was hers and she was mine. When we were alone, 'Honey, ' had a calming affect that rendered me helpless to defend my manhood. Becky knew the power she held over me and, although she usually yielded to my demands, we both knew it was a façade that would crumble with one word, 'Honey.'I pulled her down so I. ’ My hips bucked against his face, my feet digging into his back. My pussy gripped his tongue like a vice, holding him there as he rode the erotic storm in me. As my orgasm slowed, my pussy unclenched and released him from me. His tongue gently licked my engorged lips and clit. ‘Ohhh baby, kiss me… please’ I begged. His tongue left my pussy and trailed itself over my belly button. His warm breath making my skin tingle once more. He licked and kissed my breasts, gently nibbling on my nipples. I.