"They do style it differently. Ceri likes to allow her hair to cascade down her back." Cascade?" Jason said. "Are you a football player or a poet?"Der...k laughed. "Who says I can't have a bit of romance in my soul? Girls like romance. But anyways, Tia likes to keep her hair up and off the back of her neck. Tonight though, they'll probably have the same style." Then how can one be pretty and one not?' Jason asked before I could."Tia is a bitch," Adrian snapped. "She's good friends with Constance.. Clothes set to right and talking begins again, getting tired makes a comment about the time, her friend looks at her and replies we are staying all night. A soft growl and muted curses quickly calls my husband to let him know that plans have changed. He isnt happy at all, neither is she, there is nothing that can be done an agreement was made and she never leaves a friend, softly saying our i loves you hangs up. Flipping through the channels the client begins talking about his work and things. I was overwhelmed by her physicalness. I craved her tongue, the feel of her skin, the touch of her hands on my body. I think she shared the same hunger. She sobbed with pleasure and relief as I plunged in and out of her pussy, meeting my every thrust. I felt strong vaginal muscles grip me, holding me in close, yet allowing enough play to piston her pussy. We were moaning in unison, murmuring endearments, expressing our love. It was a joyous union. I plunged in deeply, held there, and ground my. “How’s that feel?” “Nice. It tickles,” she said, and rubbed them together. “That’s all it takes to be a good lover.” The tip of his tongue drew a shiny circle around her areola, and he said, “You just tickle, and tease, until your partner begs you to scratch the itch. It’s a sweet torture with a satisfying payoff. Sex is about mutual pleasure. Whatever turns you on, will turn me on.’ Smiling, he added, ‘Unless you want to push a cucumber up my ass. That would not turn me on.’ Laughing, she.