"No thank you, Patricia." Not even a beer?" No, nothing." Okay."She lays her head against my shoulder and is soon asleep, quietlybreathing. I reach ov...r and move the hair out of her eyes. She needsthis to end as soon as possible. I may have to push the scheduleahead. * * * *** * * * *** * * *There's four knocks on the van door before it opens. That's our codeso nobody freaks."Hey Mitch." 'Sup Johnny?" I got your sandwich and coffee. They were out of regular chips so Ibought the rippled ones.". Her hands covered her face. She dropped her face down onto her knees. "What..." was all she could come up with."Well, young lady, I think we're ready for that dessert. What do you have?" Jenn stood and turned for the kitchen."We have homemade Crème Brule..." No, ma'am; that's not what we meant. Again; you are the dessert. Your pictures on the mantel are fascinating. Why don't you go back upstairs and dress in something more enticing?" Marcel said as he smiled. "Here; I'll go with you."Jenn. He spread her legs and pulled her closer peeling back the cherry red lips glistening with her internal lube. Delving in savoring the sweet flavor he sucked her clit and licked her cunt until he had his fill. He was hard against the bed and rubbed against it slowly. One finger then two and he was in her stroking her rubbing quickly and firmly against her G Spot. She moaned louder her hands in his hair pressing his face deeper into her sweet slit. She came unable to contain herself her back. Gabrielle on the other hand instantly sucked in her breath, for the cold Atlantic water was a far cry from the warm waters of the Pacific of which she was used to. ‘Cold Honey,’ Travis asked with a laugh knowing full well from her reaction that the water was far colder than she had anticipated. ‘Here sit down on these dry rocks and I’ll warm them back up for you.’ Gabrielle hardly needed to be told twice. Travis was indeed an expert when it came to rubbing her feet, and there was no debate that.