Fängst an deine Brüste zu streicheln und sanft zu massieren, so dass die Knospen deiner Brüste sich in meiner Richtung erheben und nach mir rufen. ...ein Blut fängt an zu kochen, als ich dich sehe, wie du deine Brüste sanft, mit der Zungenspitze berührst.Deine Hände senken sich und streicheln deine Haut. Du bewegst dich geschickt und reizvoll, wie auf dem Rhythmus arabischer Bauchtanzmusik. Du machst das so gut, dass ich die Melodie aus deinen Tanz hören kann. Deine Finger streicheln deine. I love when she wears them to work as does she. She says it makes her feel sexy and puts her in a different mood. We are now lying in bed together. I am on my back and she turns to face me and puts her head on my chest. I asked how her day was? She said it was really a good day. She was working with the young pretty co-worker that she worked with last week when they had some sexual tensions between the two of them. This was in wife’s journey part 2. She said it was harder to talk like they did. Sure they were rough, splinters and all, but I had boards about the same width. I looked through the rocks beside the cave and found a couple that were hand sized and had a flat surface. I tried out my idea and found that they would work to smooth out the boards. I gathered more stones and set everyone not doing something else on the task. By the time dinner was ready, the boards were also. The family, even the children had pitched in to sand them semi smooth. If we had a plane we'd be all set.. “ Said Molly. She took another big sip of her Slurpee. She then put the cup in my cup holder on my dash. She licked her faded red lips. “Not a problem. Loved your stories.” I said. She smiled.“You’re the first guy, who ever listen to me and did not cut me off or roll his eyes. I wish there were more guys like you, who lived around here. I want to give you some money for driving me home. I know you did not have to. But I spent it all on beef jerky and the Slurpee. Mmmm.. How about a.