She turned back with tears in eyes. ‘If that is true then why hasn’t he touched me in almost a year? Why then?’ Jack was struck dumb by her stat...ment. He didn’t know what to say or do but what he did next seemed right. He put his arms around her and held her close. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said. Caroline buried her face into his chest. She put her arms around him and held tight. It felt so good to feel his strong arms around her. She tried to mold her body into his. Their embrace lasted longer than it. He was kissing me like he would never taste me again, his fingers digging into my waist, my fingers gripping his thick, dark hair, our tongues wrestling. I drop my lips to his neck, knowing that he loves when I bite and suck his neck. He moans and sighs into my hair, "Mmm, baby..." Just hearing his husky voice turns me on, and I untangle my fingers from his hair and start making my way slowly up the inside of his thigh. When I reach his crotch, I feel that he is already semi-hard, and I start. Camille was about 37 years old married with no k**s, 5 foot six with shoulder lenght brown hair, blue eyes and with a slender tone figure with a olive type skin tone. Camille was dressed pretty casual with black jeans, converse and a shirt. Camille worked part time as a music teacher and performed as a lead singer in a band that mainly plays at pubs and events.As we were talking she was telling me about herself and how long she was singing for, she asked me if I was staying to see her perform. ." He has to ask "do you want me?" too much insecurity showing, why would she? "You're a nice toy" "Just nice?" "We'll see how it goes, we'll see what you have in store for me" But I will give you a treat first" Wicked smile again."From the inside starts here..." she takes his hand again. She feels his pulse putting her lips on his wrist. He wants her lips on his. And many other places. His pulse is crazy, she smiles into his wrist. She sticks her tongue out and licks him from the base of his.