Slid your panties back in place, smacked your ass and told you “remember my cum is in your panties slut. Now get dressed.”It is now 4pm As the fam...ly begins to come in and all our k**s, their spouses, our moms, and your grandc***dren all about the house. I keep coming by you and whisper in your ear constantly reminding you my cum was in your panties. I know it was driving you crazy, can’t say anything except “Yes Sir” and you keep working on the meal. The meal was ready and we sit down to eat,. Our bodies press together, warm to warm.On her knees in 2020, my wife Alexis has my cock in her mouth. Hot water streams around us. My fingers in her hair.In 1990, Alexis's hand drifts to my crotch. I shed my pants. We are naked together. She holds my head to her chest and whispers my name. I echo with hers. I kiss her neck. Her cheeks. Her lips. I kiss her belly and her breasts. I kiss her stomach and she slides out of her panties, pink and white. I press my mouth between her legs, feel her. All right, he could take an offered hand at this point. He got to his feet, and murmured a short thanks to Marcus, who just nodded and moved away. The guy was probably curious about what was going on, too, but he was decent enough to stay a little away, yet still within earshot.“So?” Ayn made an exasperated gesture with one arm. “Care to enlighten me, Xav? What the fuck did I do? Couldn’t you just stay you didn’t like it or something? You had to run away?”“You did nothing wrong,” Xavier. I bought a nice silver convertible, and lived in a three-bedroom apartment near downtown Ottawa with my girlfriend Justine Connelly, a lovely blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman I met during my last year at the University of Ottawa. Justine and I had the makings of a power couple. I had my MBA and a cozy job at the bank and she was studying criminal law. How cool is that? Mixed couples like us were indeed coming up in the world, eh? Life was pretty good, and then September 11, 2001 came..