I smiled back and let him do whatever he wanted. He just lied on top of me for full 15 minutes, pinching, squeezing, sucking, biting and pulling my ni...ples. He grabbed one of my tits and brought it close to my face, so I strained my neck to lick it while he did the same. Both our tongue danced around each other and my nipple, and I pulled him into a kiss.He kept kissing me for a long time. When he broke it, I asked him why is he into kissing so much, and his reply was so sweet, I didn’t feel. Her only words to me were “here I am” in which I think I replied lucky me or and I’m the luckiest man alive or something like that.I remember getting off the bed and walking towards this truly incredible looking woman with a fixed gaze on her eyes as she stood there holding the door in a sexy pose. I held her chin up with my hand and told her that I had dreamed about this moment for years before slowly kissing her on the lips which instantly led to full blown kissing, touching and groping. I. “I will count to three. If you are not moving towards me I will only waste one more bullet on you,” I warned. “One, two.” Her right foot moved, then slowly her left, then her right again. I whispered to one of the female troops near me and she hurried away from the raised platform. She was back before the woman reached me and handed me the small bottle I had requested. Two more women brought a wooden table up to the platform and waited for her, grabbing her by the arms while two more women. It fronts Fall River Lane. Across the street is a line of moderately upscale homes, peopled by Republicans with big ass cars and tended to by hired landscapers in floppy campaign hats and screaming leaf blowers, houses plopped down onto rich green lawns, houses sitting grandly, smugly secure amid drooping old oaks that afford a cantilevered presence over the street. Directly across and one house to the right, live the Margraves. Franklin, senior partner in the law firm, Shane, O’Shea, Margrave.