“My fingers will press into your soft skin and slide down your stomach.”“I tremble slightly and put my hand on your side. Taking a deep breath, ... look in your eyes, ‘Rules.’ And my fingers curl onto your shirt." My middle finger pressed hard onto my swollen clit.“I inhale your scent. Soaking your wholesomeness deep into my core I look into your eyes. I bite my Iip and kiss the tip of your nose with a sigh. Rules…”“I lay my forehead on your chest, snuggling closer and whisper, ‘Thank you.’. Again I must remind everyone that the Constitution defines search warrant, it is not a fishing license people. Anything your people found would be because he allowed you to find it.” With that he sat down.Ronney P was certainly politically incorrect true, but he threw some damn good parties and the people that attended them were mostly in various disguises. He went to a lot of trouble to make sure the people attending his exclusive parties were not identified or hounded by the Press, but as in. "Would you like that?"I nodded."I'll even let you choose what I will use to drive you wild," she said and smiled. "I'll use my hair, or my dress, or even my feet!" But remember," she grinned at me, "the pants will stay on!"I watched her as she rose, her body moving with feline grace, and fetched a black hairbrush. She put the hairbrush on my chest, using it as a table, which turned me on. Then her was thrown back, and I groaned."What's that, my pet?" she asked me, a smile on her lips. "All this. “Let’s go in the living room. Joe, you move the coffee table out of the way and I’ll get the big soft comforter.” I said to Debi, “This is what Christy and I call our playground! We’ll watch a little porn on TV while laying on the blanket, and things usually just take off from there.” Debi said, “Oh, put some porn on TV! Jim never wants to watch that.” Christy laid out the comforter with Debi’s help and I had a DVD going on TV. Debi watched the TV for a little bit, then plopped on the floor..