I started to say hello but he bent over and kissed me deeply. He took me a little bit by surprise but the passion of his kiss caused me to moan softly...as I wrapped my arms around him.It was a long, deep passionate french kiss as I felt his hands on my butt as he lifted me again holding my face even with his. The feel of his probing tongue was magnificent as he plunged it deep into my mouth. As he released me from the kiss he put me on the ground and I just stood there eyes wide and my mouth. Yes. I only have one. The other leg is Fake. A Prosthetic.Still I wondered if she could git that muthafucka behind her EAR when she was fucking.Becuz thats just how mah mind werks.But out loud I just said to her:Ahhh. Sho, baby, I understand. Whats a good time to cum over?Any time after 6pm.Aight. I will see you around 8pm then.Thank You.Sho nuff.I turned KEEF back on, hung up the phone and Immediately started wondering what it was like to make DEEP LOVE to a 1-legged woman.I got over Cheryl's. Nerves, unfortunately, had done nothing to calm my empty stomach, and the smell of Sébastien’s crêpes sizzling in the kitchen was already making my mouth water. It was a cruel kind of torture, really. After the cream, I knew there wasn’t a snowflake’s chance in hell I could eat with him there, breathing right down my neck, and watching every little motion I made.“Yes, sir...” I nodded absently, like one entranced, “I suppose I do.”He leaned closer, stroking his jaw, “If I may, Miss Foster?”My. "Well, I need to get the 'moving-in' grime off, care to join me, roomie? Might as well get to know each other better," she said went and got her shampoo and a bottle of liquid shower soap.She pulled a short negligee out of her drawer as I slipped my briefs back on and we went down the hall to the showers. They were empty at the moment and I followed her in the stall and we stripped, she turned on the water and once it was right she put some of the soap on her hands and began soaping me all.