Her lips find mine, and her kiss is hungry and desperate. I taste her breath as our lips meet and part, tongues probing but pulling back before commit...ing.Her legs locked around my waist as she sat up right, straddling my cock. The wooden bed groaned and creaked under our intense ‘workout’ but it held strong as it did times and times again.Her lower body gyrates, encouraged by my grip on her hips, sensually grinding her lower lips on my hard manhood. I feel her warmth and evidence of her. Maybe that was why she hadn’t been able to get me off yet.As she licked me to a full hard-on, she paused to ask, “What’s that?” at the bag I had dropped on a table.“You’ll find out. Now swallow me.” She sucked the cap into her mouth and tongued all the right places while I leaned back to enjoy the part she did best. Then she circled my dick with her little hand and stuffed in more cock. Her lips slid up and down halfway while she pumped the other half in rhythm. After a while, I slid my pants. She parts her lips and moans softly, thrusting her chest out to maximize the contact between the light material and the swollen, erect peaks. Still she stands, looking casually out the window, watching cars drive by on the street and people strolling past, oblivious to the scene playing out. Adam walks slowly up behind her. With one hand he brushes her hair away from her neck and lowers his lips to graze her neck. Inhaling deeply he can smell the light floral soap from her shower, the heat. The smoke thickened to an impenetrable cloud about six feet in diameter. It did not flow with the wind but remained above the bottle. Gradually it took a semblance of a human shape. ‘Fuck me!’ said Reginald. ‘If that is really what you want, that can be arranged.’ replied a bass voice. ‘What!’ squeaked Reginald. The form became distinct. The person standing before him was richly dressed like an illustration of a Prince from The Arabian Nights. ‘Who?’ Reginald’s voice was still squeaking. He.