Steven stood behind the closed door for a full minute, not able to take a step, staring at his own reflection in the glossy surface."What is it? What'... wrong?"Elyse had come up behind him in her bare feet, and her voice startled him. He turned, holding the package carefully out in front of him as though it might be radioactive."Oh. That."He lifted his eyes from the box. Elyse stood there in her robe, her expression at first calm, then apologetic. She seemed to be waiting for him to. ”“One drink is not going to put you over the limit!” he objected.“Not the legal limit, it won’t, but I’ll draw the comparison to my wife, a doctor, who doesn’t drink at all because she can’t risk even being slightly impaired. And given the horrible accidents she’s seen that were caused by alcohol, I think my personal rule is a good one. For me.”He frowned and shook his head, but ordered the Coke for me. We sipped our drinks in silence until our table was ready and we were seated. We perused the. Ze liep op me af en kuste mij op de wang: "Dag lieveling....jouw kleren heb ik boven neergelegd...ga lekker in bad en kom dan eten." Ze pakte me beet en omhelsde me. Ze liet haar lippen over mijn wang glijden...en fluisterde: "Scheer je glad, want ik heb zo'n zin in je." Om haar verlangen te onderstrepen duwde ze even haar onderlijf tegen me aan. Ik voelde duidelijk iets hards in haar broek, en zelf voelde ik dat ik dezelfde tekenen begon te vertonen. Ze draaide zich van me af en ging verder. There was a staleness to it, the staleness of a month’s worth of cum. How many times had Bobby shot onto this shirt? Or used it to wipe the remains of a strenuous jack off session off his athletic stomach? I smelled it again. It was irresistible to me. And then I did something I never would’ve imagined I would do. My tongue came out of my mouth and I licked the shirt.The dried cum didn’t have much flavor but the idea of it sparked erotic sensations in my brain that I had never dreamed existed..