Her smell was musky but with overtones of cinnamon and spices. I began to kiss it, playfully licking at the lips, carefully avoiding her clit. I went ...urther down lifting her legs so I could kiss her tender little asshole. Don’t she said, it’s dirty. No part of you is dirty I said and she let me continue as I started to rub her clitoris with my finger. She was increasingly excited, and she asked if she could kiss me, so I showed her how to 69. Though she really didn’t have a good technique she. I turned on the water before I began thinking about the messages. I had the coffee cooking while I checked my open Email which mostly held spam about camera's, and of course penis enlargement, cheap Viagra, and meeting Asian girls. What a waste, I thought. Spam was always aimed at men. Well maybe not the Asian women, I did chuckle at that thought. There was absolutely no mail in either of the confidential emails. The laptop was slow, because the memory was on a flash drive. I needed a computer. . Johns was a Steak House, and a good one too. She felt a tug on her Texan roots and found herself suddenly very hungry.“Was.. That a good choice?..” he asked, tentative to her silence.She swallowed and set the car into drive. “Hun, you’re taking a southern woman to a Steak House.” she felt the corner of her lips tug up into an excited smirk, “It’s like you’re trying to get me to sleep with you or something..”He grinned playfully as they pulled away, she knew the way. Ash felt a tiny stab of. It was a kind of forbidden sex, and with my forbidden lover, and it had become the sweetest love we made together. Thunder cracked and a wave crashed at our side. She turned her mouth to my ear. I felt her breath, hot and controlled, as she said, "Daddy, make me cum."I pressed inward on her clit with my left hand and grabbed a handful of her breast with my right, pushing it upward to coax her chocolate nipple, sweet and sixteen, out of the cup. I reached inside to pinch it and found her bikini.