That light soprano had so often spurred me to heights of passion, but now it formed a demonic duet with the deeper rasp of a male voice not my own.My ...eet seemed nailed to the carpet where I stood. I felt my face turn ashen as the blood seemed to be draining from it and my hands took on a growing agitation that quickly expanded through my entire body. The nausea was beginning and tears welled up in my eyes - the caustic kind, the kind that burn and scar.At a time like this one is torn between a. We continue to kiss as our tongues explore each other’s mouths, dancing around in perfect harmony not once out of sync, I feel your warm delicate hands rest upon my chest as you continue to undo the buttons one by one, I moan softly as I feel your hand slide inside my shirt slowly making its way to caress my back then snaking back round to my chest feeling your fingers lightly brush against my nipples then down my belly to rest on the belt of my trousers, I cup your face in my hands and kiss. ’ ‘Oh, do you think he knows?’ Kris blurted out. ‘I don’t think he has a clue,’ Susan laughed. ‘For someone so smart, he can be pretty naïve about women.’ They both laughed. ‘Men!’ After more wine and more talk, Kris got up to leave. Susan suddenly became very serious. ‘Kris, if anything happens to me, promise me you’ll take care of Matt.’ ‘What are you talking about? You’re not sick or something? You’re not hiding something?’ ‘No, no. It’s nothing. But promise, please.’ Kris could see in. I take my place on the chair in the corner and sit back for the show. She moves her body to the music beginning a lap dance, a nice unexpected addition. As the next song begins she leaves my lap, rotating the blanket when she gets to the edge of the bed to cover her tied legs. She sets in between them and touches softly with her fingers and palms. I love the technique it has worked well for me in the past. I can see the glistening as she glides up and down softly delivering pressure on.