I’m not a total religious freak over the rituals of barbecue, but Dad did instill in me the one true way. That it takes careful preparation, quality...ingredients, and long slow cooking to get the very best results. Without that ‘holy trinity’, it just ain’t barbecue.Which had not been possible that day.Not only had Marsha failed to give me sufficient notice we were expecting guests, but when I’d rushed around the grocery Saturday evening, the butchery counter didn’t have the correct cuts for. His dick starts to grow inside my hand, getting longer, harder. I stop kissing him and whisper in his ear, ‘Baby, down on your knees.’ He doesn’t hesitate, but drops down to his knees. I kiss the top of his head softly and whisper to him, ‘Baby, I want you to lick my hot pussy nice and slow. You know the way I love it. Make me hotter, wetter than I am right now.’ Then I place one thigh up on his shoulder, my hot wet pussy is there waiting for him. A jolt goes through my body as I feel the. "She rinsed the cloth, the tiniest of smiles on her face as she observed the reflection of the moon in the water.Suddenly was a faint whimper and a paw scratching the door. Kara turned her head. "Go let your perverted fox in."Kara complied, laughing. "Perverted?"Thell nodded. "She was outside the whole time. I could see her shadow against the door." Like animals can be perverted. She's a fox, Thell." Kara opened the door and Avalon rushed inside, licked her hunter's hands fervently, then darted. Her legs wrapped around my waist and we kissed like it was the last thing we'd ever do. All time stopped, all outside sound went away. There was nothing for me but the feel of this woman's body clutching mine, the only sound the frantic noise of our breathing. When we finally came up for air, Lynne panted, "Fuck me. Right here. I don't care."My hard-on bumped up against her ass from inside my trousers in response, and I felt a ripple of even more intense arousal course through my body. Without.