" And then, his mouth was on hers, gently, questioningly. Her hands came up to cup his head softly, and her lips parted to grant him entry into her sw...et mouth. He could still taste the strawberries there, and a muffled groan escaped his lips. He said "Just an appetizer, I don't want to rush this, I want to savor you like you did those berries. Your lips working on them was making me imagine them working on something else, and was quite distracting." He started the elevator, and they proceeded. “Jill, did you hurt your ankle?” I asked. “My ankle! No it’s fine.” It really looked fine. The black stocking made it look more seductive than ever. “I can’t believe that such thing could happen to me. It was a big pick-up truck. I think the driver was drunk. I was about to cross the street when he nearly ran me over. I jumped aside but…the bumper caught me. He didn’t even stop…” With trembling hand, she touched cautiously her left thigh. Her hand jumped back as if she had laid it on. All that bothers me!... This song is a complaint about getting married! Do you want to complain, Jesse?" Not me!" replied Jesse.Marie continued, "There are two main events, other than the wedding ceremony itself, that I will want and one I could do without, but will probably have to endure. I want the traditional wedding feast following the wedding. That will be followed by the 'La Bal de Noce, ' or as you would call it, the wedding dance."That sounds good so far," said Jesse."Yes, well, both. My wife was thrusting her arse to and fro making her slit slide along my mouth. I extended my tongue and, in true man style, let her do all the work. I could feel my cock get really hard and I mean rock solid, as it always did when she sat on my face like that. I grabbed my cock and pounded its hardness with my fist. My other hand extended up to reach her full breasts as they dangled. I started to caress her nipple and at the same time I bent my neck back so that my tongue could rest on her.