I taste you. My hands grip your arms. I touch the place on your shoulder where I know you have a tattoo, although I have still never seen it in pers...n. I look up and you kiss me with such force that I gasp. My toes curl up in my shoes, and I press myself into you. My arms around your neck. A break in the kiss. You disappear again briefly and my shirt is gone. Stomach to stomach, chest to chest, our hearts are trying to break free - beating with such force it's as if they have fists. . She found one other video of Matt talking in French over the phone. The time code showed that it was before the party started where she got auctioned off. “Bonjour. [Hello.]” “Ah oui. Nous allons reprendre avoir les réunions maintenant qu'une partie équitable des membres du Conseil sont ici. [Ah yes. We are going to start having the meetings again now that a fair share of the council members are here.]” “Jusqu'ici il y a 14 membres ici. Nous attendons plus dans les prochains couples des. When she turned to face him again, his eyes almost popped. "Wow!" he thought as he ogled her awesome cleavage, her big breasts were threatening to pop out the top of her dress. Dexter stood up suddenly and covered the distance between then in two long strides. Contrary to his expectations this time she did not attempt to evade him. Placing his hands on her narrow waist, he drew her close and kissed her square on the mouth. Her sensuous lips parted to admit his tongue. As their kiss grew intense. As before I sent the proof of the above story to Jenny for her comments.Jenny's Reply: hi and thanks for the story. Again you've liberally used your poetic licence to make it more readable but in essence you've captured what happened. This red mist thing, I don't know about that but I can say I've never been so horny in my entire life and the orgasm Trevor gave me when he slid is cock into me was the best, hardest and longest I have ever known. I was still feeling the effects of it the next.