Neither of us feels the need to speak when I gently take her hand, guiding it to my face, and slide my tongue along her fingers one by one, savoring t...e sweet taste of her. A soft mmm… escapes her smiling lips as her eyes drift closed once more. Her long brown hair, windswept from her exertions, nevertheless frames her lovely features. She is altogether beautiful. She seems to tense slightly, surprised when our lips meet, but returns the kiss with passion. I feel her hands on my face as her. The fact she got half his lifesavings was little consolation for the emotional trauma she had beenthrough."Stupid... stupid... st-OW!" she screamed as she kicked her barefootagainst something hard, partially buried in the sand.Scowling, she reached into the soft ground and pulled the object out. Toher surprise, it was an old brass lamp, like something out of theArabian Nights. At first she assumed it was just a child's toy, but theweight and texture told her quite clearly it was metal."An oil. "Shall I warm you?"I smile, hoping it is as sensual as I am feeling. "Can you?" I ask, entering into the spirit of the game. Your answering smile is knowing, teasing, and lustful all at once."I can do whatever you can imagine, and a whole lot more!"Your boast tickles me, and I chuckle, a low, delighted sound, followed almost immediately by a moan of pleasure as you take my mouth in a hungry kiss. The room is silent as we taste each other, and savor the flavor of our growing passion. I can still. ' I giggled as I walked in and he closed the door behind me. 'Where's Mrs. Evans?' I asked 'Sandra has gone on a business trip,' he said and I thought I saw him wink. I couldn't believe my luck, but I still saw no way to seduce him. I ran upstairs into Lisa's bedroom, giving her a big hug hello. We almost immediately descended into giggles, for no real reason. We watched a couple of soppy romantic movies, that just made me think about Bill in the next room, getting me very wet. By the time we.