The day dragged on slowly for Sarah. Even though she thought she had repaired the damage she'd done with Mark, their fight the night before — and sh... had to admit to herself that it was a fight not just a spat or disagreement — it had left her afraid that it would leave a permanent stain on their relationship.She realized that she was desperately in love with Mark, regardless of his job, his working hours, or his lack of a degree. And finally, she was feeling terribly guilty at the fact she had. It even has a herring bone brick pathway that leads from the hinged Iron Gate weaving its way through night. Darkened flower beds flow up to the back door steps of the garage. By the looks of the house and yard, I was sure the car within was not like my old rust bucket that gave up the ghost, keeled over, kicked the bucket, became a deceased pile of dead, useless, mechanical trash, that made me hoof it home.I stood at the open gate shifting from foot to foot as I listened for any nearby sounds.. He leans over me and I can feel his dick getting hard against my ass. His soft kisses, subtle whispers in my ear, and touch are driving me crazy. He pauses to take off my shirt and panties, his boxers, then continues. He lays me on my back. He opens my legs and exposes me to him. He doesn’t hesitate to go right in. His tongue slowly dances across my clit. He starts sucking at it and begins moving his tongue a little faster. My toes curl up at the pleasure I am receiving right now. I can hardly. Our muddled kisses and nazal breathing make my heart beat race.Melanie's other arm is busy doing something behind her so I reach for a spare celery stick."Oh look what I found." I show it to her as she slowly pulls away from my lips"What a coincidence." she replies, dancing slippery buttered fingers before my eyes.I grab the bowl of leftover g****s as her kisses pull me to the floor with her.I slide her skirt down, kissing her stomach as I do, then the top of her thigh, then her hip bone. I.