She turned her attention back to his cock, swirling her tongue over and around the head as she sucked on it. She continued pumping the shaft with her ...ands, pulling more and more pre-cum from his cock as she sucked on it, then began to slide her mouth down his shaft bit by bit, bobbing her head as she pushed her mouth down further and further on his cock. He watched in amazement as she slowly and doggedly slid her mouth further down his shaft, taking more and more of his thick, throbbing cock. I watched as she tilted her face up so that my lips could find hers. Their first touch was light and tender. A soft caress like butterflies playing on a warm breeze before we finally gave in to the restrained passion we both obviously felt for each other. Heather gave a low, happy, guttural moan of deep pleasure as I reached behind her head with my right hand and gripped her thick lush hair to hold her still. Even through my shirt and her sweater, I could feel the hammering of her heart as I. They rang the bell several times more and left a note on the door. When he was satisfied that they had truly left, he slowly opened the door and took the note, his slender, feminine hands looking out of place on a grubby boy in Metallica tee. The note read: Joseph/Joline: I wouldn't have known it was you at the salon today if Carly's good eyes were not there to point it out. You looked totally beautiful and we want to help you become truly girly. We got the same color nail polish as you did on. She now turns so that she is facing him, still on his lap. She wraps her legs around his side and she places her hands around his neck. She caresses the back of his neck and into his hair as she leans in and kisses him again. Her lips touch his and she separates his lips with her tongue slowly slipping it into his mouth searching for his. Her hands never stop caressing. His hands on her back now, Stroking up and down. Such tender touches between the two as they kiss. There is no real light.