Rather, the effect made her look more adult than she normally did.I was more surprised to see her blush at my compliment than I was to seeher transfor... her clothes with an unnecessary wave of her hand (atestament to just how strange the day had been), "Thanks," she said withremarkable shyness, "it's a spell my mom taught me when I moved off tocollege. It's kind of a vain thing, but she called it her 'Night on thetown special.' Dad did not approve," she gave me a wry grin and turnedrather. It’s dark and quiet and I can feel the heat from your body against my bare skin. I glide my fingers down your cheek and graze your jaw with my nails. You turn your head towards me, but your eyes are still closed; heavy with sleep. I lean up on my elbows and stare at your peaceful face as you sleep. But the growing wetness between my thighs tells me that I don’t want this to be a peaceful morning. My lips trace your face, passing over your closed eyelids and down your nose to your lips. I. I left that Friday in such a good mood that the weekend seemed to fly by. I went through my closet and threw out some old clothes that I hadn't worn for sometime, replacing them with the new outfits that Marc and I picked out earlier. I also finally got my hair cut. Well maybe styled is the better word. I always kept my hair short in the past, but the stylist convinced me to let it grow a bit longer, just long enough for her to add frosted blonde highlights and style it into a new. "My boyfriend likes to ram his cock down my throat, but I don't swallow or anything."Casey laughed, her hand had drifted to my groin and was rubbing my hardening cock through the fabric of my jeans.Joanna's eyes were switching from my face to the hand in my groin, and the flush across her upper chest was deepening as we spoke."Maybe you've just not had anyone who does it well?" I suggested.Casey giggled. "Maybe you should giver her a demo." You or her?" I asked, and Casey shrugged, smiling.I.