I said to him, "That's it baby tell me you love licking my ass."He replied with his face still in my ass, "Oh I love fucking licking your ass baby, yo...r ass is so.....um umm it's so wonderful."I add, "Ya let me hear you worship my asshole while you lick me honey."He then began to go on and on about how much he loved it while he consumed it passionately.I had never considered having anyone actually lick my asshole before and he had just started doing it to me. I remember the shock and awe I had. Though they'd both passed it off as harmless flirting, deep down they both wanted it but had never found the right time. In the end, they had decided to just go with it and release the tension of fifteen years.Leigh was pressed to the glass, her legs around Michael's waist and arms around his neck. Taking him in as far as her petite body could allow, the hot water running down between them was causing the room to fill with steam but they didn't care. Moaning as he stretched her, the size of his. ”I shook my head, “It’s not. The last time I ate Skyline chili was in 1983 when Stephie Grant and I came to Ohio for my friend’s wedding. Stephie died of ovarian cancer at age 25 four years later.”“We can go somewhere else if you prefer.”“No,” I said with a smile, “she’d kick my ass from here to Covington if we did that.”“Feisty?”“A true Southern Belle and a Georgia Peach.”“1983? You were in Chicago and estranged from Kara, I think. That’s when Becky was hoping you two could get back. ” You smile that fucking smile. And holy shit I know what you’re about to do and you do it. You fucking do it. You bend over and grab the stack of books from my desk. You dirty, hot fucking, confident, beautiful slut.Time slows down. I can see right down your shirt. In that moment I am thinking so many dirty things. It’s like a wall of pure sex. Like I just opened up a closet of sex thoughts and they poured over me. I want to exist in your breasts. I want to dive in and lick your nipples until.