Everything’s fine,’ you say. You’re face is right up against mine now. I can smell liquor on your breath. It’s not sharp and stale from beer. ...t’s dark and sweet. You were drinking bourbon, or maybe cognac. One of your hands runs along the side of my body over the sheet. I can see your eyes shining in the moonlight. I can see your hair spilling across your forehead. ‘You lean in to kiss me. I close my eyes and put my hands against your chest. When your lips touch mine a surge runs through me. ‘What’s the matter,’ he asked, ‘not getting shy on me are you.’ She turned, grabbed her bag, and walked towards the bed. She turned her head and winked at him saying, ‘Remember that hot oil I told you about, if you get over here, I will give you a nice massage southern style.’ ‘Oh ya, I would love one of those hot oil massages you have been teasing me with for years.’ He tossed his towel back in the bathroom and strode across the room but waited for her to straighten the bed cloths. She tossed. Once dry, we fall back into the warmth of the bed, sharing the heat from each other’s bodies, and drift into a deep, much-needed sleep. WednesdayThe first thing that I am aware of when I wake the next morning is your arm, wrapped protectively around me as you spoon me from behind.The second thing is your hard cock, pressed tight against my ass.I can’t tell at first if you are awake, but when your hand moves from my waist to cup my breast, I have my answer.“Good morning, gorgeous,” you murmur,. Your thick tongue is relentless. It's all I can do to remember to breathe. Suddenly, you send me over the edge. My whole body is on fire as I squirt into your waiting mouth.Now, you've earned a turn with The Truth. I pull you up closer to me to wrap my arms around you and kiss you. I can taste myself all over your lips and tongue. You're still kissing me while I am reaching for the lube."Honey, grab a pillow and turn around."You don't need to be asked twice. You present your naked ass to me,.