I began to suck his cock, it was warm and it tasted like the sweet taste of a hot sugar cookie that my mother used to make for me when I was a little ...id. I wanted more and more, so I sucked harder and faster, taking in the taste. He moaned and placed his hand on the back of my head encouragingly me to continue. I sucked more and more, licking up and down his shaft and the head with my wet tongue. He held his head back as I took his cock into my mouth one more time and he came right in. I. I lay it on the bed and get the shoes. My hair. It will take along time to dry. I should just take a shower now. Just wash. Andshampoo. Conditioner and then just get out. Dry off. One more glass ofwine. Another cigarette. My nails. What do I need? Oh, I know. I gettwo bottles of polish, the file, my ashtray. She's proud of her hands,her nails. She helps me gently shape and polish them, easily. From theprofile of my hand I see my nails extending from my fingertips, elegantly.I. I place my hand between his legs and feel his throbbing cock through his pants as he lets out a shaky breath and bites the hollow of my neck.We move quickly, the urgent mutual arousal palpable as I unzip his pants and he slides two fingers into me. My moan is swallowed by the incessant beat of the music. He is fully hard and I feel my own wetness as he stimulates me.I straddle him on the narrow seat, everything except my panties still on, keeping our act a secret. He removes his fingers from. " He looked nervously at her. It embarrassed him to ask her to help him piss."Oh," she said blank faced, She thought a moment and asked, "You have any juice bottles?" Hey, I don't know. I won this place in a poker game and never opened much of anything but the fridge to put the beer away or pull out a fresh one. This was where I goofed off when I was on leave." Then he remembered, "There are some brandy snifters in one of the kitchen cabinets. Bring me one of those, please.She brought him one.