"Wish I could help," I offered apologetically, starting to reach for the beer."I know, rules is rules," she grinned as we now stood each of us with ha...ds on the bottle. "But ... you could still help," she grinned even more broadly, and then began lowering the bottle we both still held until it was quite obvious what she wanted me to do with it."Yeah?" I questioned."Yeah," she moaned as she finally let go of it, hands coming up to rest on my shoulders as I slowly began to ease the neck of the. She slipped a mischievous hand underneath the robe he was wearing and stroked his throbbing bulge. "I don't want a good guy," she whispered huskily into his ear. "It took me a long fucking time to set this up." Her fingers tightened around his cock. Her other arm weaved around the collar of his bathrobe and raked her nails down his back. Fuck her. She knows exactly how to awaken the beast. "Give it to me," she whispered into his ear, gently kissing his neck up and down. Her nails scraped his. "Ann quit licking and looked very despondent."You know how I think sex is nasty with fluids and every thing getting every where, I ... I couldn't help myself and I licked my hand. It was nasty, it still tastes nasty..." But?" But I can't stop myself, it makes me tingle when I lick it. It has salty, alkaline taste, sort of like when you put your tongue on a nine volt battery but with a much better sensation. My whole body tingles when I am licking it. I ... I cleaned my hand and started to cry. Not being in a position to retrieve it Henrietta can not stop herself from letting out a few more OOoohhs and one or two AAgghhs. Rushing back downstairs from visiting her father, her daughter yells “Mom what the hell is up?” Slowly gathering her composure she assures the shocked visitors, “Don’t worry it is only trapped wind, just never had it with such force before” “Oh poor mom that must be a right pain in the ass, lucky we called when we did”. “Grandpa sure is sweating he has got a.