His body was wet and slick and I rubbed his back…His hands were on mine, smoothing down my spine and I began to tingle. That word: ’enchanted.�... I swallowed from his bottle, mine now empty…I kept him in a hug, his hands massaging my back and down my back.I heard the words of Oscar Hammerstein II, and the singing of Mary Martin or Mitzi Gaynor…they looked into the eyes of Ezio Pinza or Rossano Brazzi…And it was me Carol at the Sacred Falls looking into the eyes of him, Percy…smiling…Some. "I can't do that Sylvia Jeremy agreed no more holding back when I'm home. We can both come out there if you like. Give me a couple of hours I have to go to the store." I hung up the phone in disgust."Come on Juanita we are going to the drug store." When we got there we bought a couple of thing each. "Might as well make the trip worthwhile," I said to her.We were home several minutes when The Brit and Jeremy showed up. I wasn't how Jeremy would react to Juanita. He proved to be sympathetic. He. Sinful. That was the best word for it. Like he'd just plunged into a cushion of congealed sin. It puffed up inside her and smothered the swollen tip of his cock. A pleasant little tickle crawled across his engorged glans. Fifi pressed downwards and that warm something engulfed the whole of his member, right to the root.Fuck. He felt like his dick was soaking in every dirty little immoral thought given physical form, every filthy little perverted desire."Oh yes," Fifi sighed.A gentle little. His mother was really beautiful, a model in her younger days, she had kept her figure and looks, that belied her mid-thirties age.The day I went around to their house she had been drinking, just enough to be playful and as she fussed over Peter, I could sense an unnatural bonding between them, and as she pulled him onto her lap, I noticed her hand was feeling him and her tongue was teasing him, as she playfully licked his ear.Suddenly she jumped up and faced me, 'Mariel, you need to excuse us.