..i lay back and play with myself in the tub waiting on you still telling you about it...it gets me so hot i cum on the toy...just as you walk in the...door...you take the toy and lick it...then lick meTommy: fuck yessssssssNancy: and pull my hips from the tub over the side...and lick me some more....its not comfortable but who cares...you use your fingers to plunge while your tongue caters to my clit...i cum hard all over your face...i pull you up and lick your lips and kiss you deep and hard.. We collapsed onto the carpet and lay, exhausted, with arms and bodies intertwined.He was so perfect, almost feminine, his smooth, supple legs wrapped around my own. His sweet cock, now soft, was caressing my larger, older manhood. Our breathing had become slow and even. I kissed the silky skin of his neck and kissed his lips, while he sighed as his left hand fondling my testicles. My right hand cupped his balls and penis, squeezing and massaging them, pulling on each testicle, pinching the. "Naaa," she said with a smile. "Just the normal shit." Well drink the coffee," he said. "It's cold out."Nikki rolled her eyes."I'll pass, thanks."Ken leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes. He glanced out the window and wished February was over. It was his least favorite month of the year. Cold. Grey. Just kinda stuck in there to keep January from slamming into March.Still, he knew that he shouldn't be displeased. A lot of things were going well. Jane was much happier, now that she could be. It grew beyond a fantasy and into the dangerous confines of a need. I had also a means. My parent's roomy sub-basement, soundproofed thoroughly by thick concrete, spacious and with all the industrial equipment (wall chain hooks, ceiling runners, winches, tables perfect for bondage) needed for any good torture chamber, all conveniently provided due to my house's former credentials as a pub. Completely unused, too. All I needed was a few extra supplies, courtesy of a bank card and the internet..