.. Show me. Let it stretch between your tiny hole and your fingertip. Show me a thick silver strand of sticky ooze, and I'll smear it over my lips lik... gloss. Yes, my lips. Think of my deep pink, velvet lips between my strong thighs, and wank hard, base to tip, as you taste your own lube on your finger and tell me what you taste of. Wank harder and faster as you think of running your head up and down my plump, swollen lips, poking your hardness into my wet, slippery cunt.Just your cock head. ”Karen gave him a kiss and hug then took her overnight bag, which included her sex dog costume, to the van and drove off for her long overnight date with John.The house seemed so quiet with Brad and Jake away with the Belleville Falcons on a weekend road trip to northern Ontario. He puttered around waiting for Lisa and her daughters to arrive.He sat down and recalled going to visit Lisa last Wednesday for what started out to be only an innocent coffee together.“Hi my love, I’m glad you came. ”“I know Kathy left her a message as well,” Kara said. “But I don’t think Jessica called her back.”“She won’t,” I sighed. “She’s cut off everyone, including Doctor Barton. I didn’t think that was even possible.”“Will you put on your costume, please?”“But I wore this last year,” I protested.“I know. But you’ve been in such a mood that I knew it would just turn into a fight if I tried to get you to talk about a costume. Nobody will care, Steve. I’m going as Buttercup again. Please? Do this for. An excuse, perhaps, for wanting hard, maybe anonymous sex, to help you relax with crisis?”“You guessed precisely. I guess I should tell you more about myself. I’m a lawyer, so you can fuck a lawyer rather than just be fucked by them.”“Dear, I do that quite often. Hopefully, you’ll meet Lucy, the senior partner, soon.”There was a knock, and room service rolled in a tray. We thanked him, and then I snuggled next to Becky, stroking her inviting legs.That produced a pleased expression. “I don’t.