I could tell he loved it. While he felt me close, he was sticking his tongue in and out of my ass so fast.Then he started licking the rim because he k...ew it was driving me crazy. Just to tease me again he started playfully slapping my clit again. He started telling me what a bad girl I had been. He told my to start rubbing my swollen and sore nipples again. He felt me try to grind my pussy against the hand he was using to slap my clit. He stopped and slapped my ass so hard. He told me I was. " I ... what? Dylan told you?" I tried to look cool as I nodded. "Oh, Frank, I really am so sorry. She made me promise not to tell you. She made such a big deal out of it. I know I should have ... I just, I don't know. Somehow she made me ... I wanted to ... I don't know." He looked genuinely sorry and like he truly had no rational explanation. Of course these days, I'm often without rational explanation for some of my exploits too."I'm guessing that you were kind of, in her spell? Wrapped. ” His lips touched hers, a gentle contact that ignited his arid hunger like kindling. “I’m afraid that if I touch you, you would fade away.” “I will not fade, Dougray Sebastian. I am as real as you are. And I want you to touch me. It has been an eternity since someone has done so.” An overwhelming passion flared within them, to Dougray it held the same intensity as painting. He pulled Alexa closer, kissing her sweet, pliant mouth, its taste and color of the finest claret. They fused together. What few there were in the bar where equally besieged. She tried to head for one of them. The crush of Africans was thick. She could feel them pressing against her. Hands seemed everywhere. She tried to avoid them but whenever she turned hands seemed to accidentally touch, or not so accidentally touch.To brush her bottom, her waist, her breasts, her bare legs, even! She pushed hard, but it was no good, the press was too thick. She turned back to the bar, resting her drink and gathered.