His hand caressed my breast for a while before parting my thighs. He stayed on the thighs, stroking up and down on the insides in a light tickle. I sh...vered.Bob rose and pulled the blanket over my top half. The apartment was beginning its nighttime switch from too-hot to too-cold. That was not why I shivered, but the blanket was welcome.Getting between my legs, Bob began kissing my thighs. One kiss on my right leg, one on my left, he moved slowly higher. About the time he got to delicate. "Would you like to be with a girl?" she asked bluntly. She kissed her full on the lips. Gemma's hands loosened Olivia's belt around her waist and unzipped her brown trousers and stuck her hand down there and felt how hot and wet Olivia's pussy was. "Wow, I must turn you on considerably, hun. You're panties are wet through. Let's take them off." Gemma pulled off Olivia's trousers and knickers much to her resistance. But Olivia didnt put much of a fight as she was too turned on. She cried out as. If someone cared enough to asksomeone to marry them, you would think that they would give a decentring," Chrissie said."Look baby we're on vacation. I know you are worried and to a degreeso am I but let's just relax while we're here. You will have plenty oftime to talk when we get back," she replied lazily."Yeah, I guess you are right. How bad can things get before we getback anyway. Besides, speaking of rings, what do you think about thisone?" Chrissie said as she rolled to her side facing. This one… this one was both good and bad—roguish and wilful…Kim’s thoughts were becoming clearer, reflecting her true, inner being. Her soul, if you like.He smiled to himself. She was an artist. And a writer—he’d seen that! A writer of love, passion, and eroticism; she had a fertile imagination, coupled with a ribald wit. She liked to put herself into her stories, becoming the character she wrote—different, but the same. And in her stories, she enjoyed misbehaving.Just like she did in life.Yes,.