"Makes sense," responded Mark adding with a rueful smile, "and she summed up the male of the species pretty well too."Serena grinned and then turned s...lemn again. She looked down at her hands and then glanced nervously up at him through her eyelashes. "I umm ... told her about how we used to stroke each other's backs when we were kids. Hope you don't mind."Mark shook his head. "Nothing to mind about. It was innocent fun. Nice fun too," he added with a gentle smile. "What was her reaction?" She. She nods a few times, a scowl forming on her face. “Just great,” she mutters, hanging up her phone. “This is just great.”“Is everything okay?” he asks, approaching her.“It’s fine...” she answers, looking up for the first time. “I just ... a project...” She closes her mouth, feeling herself blush. “I’m sorry ... I didn’t mean ... are you... ?”Carson just smiles at her sudden timidity. “I am,” he says. “But I wouldn’t worry about it. After today, I think all your problems will be solved.”“Well,. In my mouth the delicious nectar glides over my tongue and exudes a sweet taste with the slightest hint of salt. The sample is so good, I must savor every drop. Switching positions with me, her small fingers now hold open her labia so I can see within. Seeing her pull apart the swollen fleshy folds for my exploration makes my cock harden uncontrollably. I continue my examination, circling the tip of my index finger around her clasped oyster, teasing the opening as she pushes more of her. They certainly ran through their share of both those items.Just then she saw a sign and forgot about candles, oils or any other shop. For tucked in a small corner was a doorway and a small display window. The doorway had a sign hanging over it reading "Leslie's Shoes for Women" and the display window had a pair of absolutely to-die-for black fuck-me pumps.Sally pressed her nose against the glass, reminding herself not to drool as she did. The hand-crafted leather shone, without a hint of a.