.you could smell Michelle's arousal..Still on my lap she gave a knowing grin and asked a simple "Did you like that?"I couldn't help but smile as I rep...ied, "More than you'll ever know".Once more, Michelle proved she could surprise me if she set her mind to it. Without saying a word, she reached out to pick the panties up from the couch. Turning them inside out she used them to clean my cum off my cock, hand and then both of our bodies. She then carefully folded them, and with no hint of jest. Some people found love with alcohol or d**gs. Mine was in full on leather fetish decadence.By this point, I was 18 months sober from web cam porn which if you've ever spent a hard earned penny on it, will drive you as far as you want. You see a girl on there & you chat to them, its the same thing as real life only you'll never fuck that beauty no matter how much you pay her to show her tits or fuck a dildo. Truth be told when you're trying to stay away from something especially in your 20s, you. Judging by her active toes, she'd liked the meal. She leaned back and looked at me. I smiled.It was quite fascinating to see her expression change, first contemplative, then sly, followed by pure, unadulterated mischief. It was intensely attractive. And then she grinned. Oh-oh."Do you remember me feeding you ice cream and chocolate sauce?" Weather asked.Did I ever. And the way she kissed off the ice cream, wow. I felt an erection return just at the memory. "Yup," I answered with a grin. "I will. Just write. The words will come. Here, look.”She moved her chair beside his and flopped open her journal. Every page held dense cursive. Stickers, stamp marks, doodles, and strips of decorative tape filled every gap. She flipped the pages too fast for Scott to make out many words, but some places looked water-smudged or stained.“That’s real—uh, very pretty,” he said. “Don’t think I need all the doodads, though. Just writing is hard enough. How do you know what to say?”“It’s not a test,” said.