.. but only in the proper manner."I gave a little shiver. Now I was hearing a strange voice in my head. Was I losing my mind? I jumped out of bed and ...nto the shower... a cold shower. I dressed in loose clothing to hide my stiffy, got some breakfast and plopped in front of TV to watch ESPN. I'd been sitting there for about 20 minutes when my mother walked in. "What the heck is that thing doing in your room?" she demanded."What thing?" That thing... that obscene statuette is what I'm talking. Thus, it was that Bessy the long serving cook was ushered in bringing with her cakes and tea, the usual afternoon fare. She was asked to take a seat and serve the tea which she duly did, and there followed a discussion about the forthcoming meal. The menu finalised, Bessy went to rise, but Muriel asked her to remain seated, saying they didn’t chat enough, Bessy seemed flattered, and at madams request poured more tea. They chatted for a while, the cook after a little probing telling Muriel of. I left work with nothing having happened all day and drove home with the windows open on this wonderful summer day. I parked in the driveway instead of pulling into the garage because I was going to take the wife out to dinner. I opened the front door and called out.“Honey, I’m home!”No answer. I walked up the stairs to our bedroom to find it empty. I walked down the hall and glanced into each of the two guest rooms and found no one. Going back downstairs, I checked the laundry room and the. As if you suddenly remember it, you reach for the spaghetti sauce, still warm in the bowl. You ladle some sauce out and drizzle it between my breasts, dripping it down my body in a straight line, overflowing my belly button, dripping along my abdomen and then lower. I feel lightheaded and whimper softly as I anticipate your tongue teasing me along that line. My clit is pounding with an insistent rhythm, demanding satisfaction. Setting the sauce off to the side, you begin to remove your.