She didn't break off, just kept sucking. "Oh Mum I'm so sorry I couldn't help it." She finally broke off and looked up at me, a sliver of come running...down the side of her mouth which she promptly wiped off with her finger then licked it off. "Thats alright son it's what I wanted, to taste all of your spunk." Mum then got up and kissed me, first just a peck on the lips then a full blown open mouthed tongue down my throat kiss. "Oh Susan Blackwell your not half as good as my Mum at this." My. As he returned from the cellar to the dining room he called Stephen to check everything was going well with the renovations. He sat down next to Fiona and kissed her cheek. "Sorry honey had to take care of a little business." "Drew, I just spoke to Stephen. He said he took your parents to the art gallery the other day. Apparently they enjoyed themselves. They have invited him around to the apartment tonight for a bit of country cooking and a night in," Charles informed him. "Well I hope they. His eyes smouldered with the same intensity I had seen only once before. His hand rose to the nape of my neck as if on its own accord while the other hand lingered at the small of my back. The heat from his hands seeped into my bare skin warming me to the core and removing every last bit of remaining fear. He slowly leaned in, his breath warm on my face. He smelled like peppermint, cinnamon and that male scent that only he can claim to possess. Our lips touched and my world imploded. His lips. Perception is the key and you nod ever so slightly. You dread caving into your cravings, voicing them to this unknown tormentor, but your willpower to resist disappeared as if a wisp. It is not enough to feel the thirst, the desire, and the demand in your loins, you now need to give in to the synapses firing in your brain and accept your predicament boldly and willingly. You yearn to voice your longing. I gently grasp and remove the bandanna from your mouth. Leaning close, breathing hotly in.