Cradling her face between his hands, he kissed her sensually; instantly, her arms wrapped around his neck and she was pressing against him teasingly. ...ampling her lips with slow, unhurried kisses, feeling her body nestle against his, he smiled against her lips. "I missed you, my Nicola." Her skin was prickling with his every kiss. "I missed you too, love," she whispered. Lifting her gently from his lap, he set her against the soft cushions of the couch, and got to his feet. His eyes hot and. He then stood back up and held my head tightly by my hair and reached into his red underwear and pulled out his cock. It was beautiful. Eight and more, maybe almost nine inches long with a good, but not ridiculous girth to it and large veins running along the shaft which ended with a perfectly formed bulbous head that was slightly lighter than the rest. This was a cock that belonged in the movies, but more importantly, it belonged in me. I let out a gasp when I finally saw it and he stroked it. After I cleaned up I set to work on what little homework I had for that weekend. It took me round half an hour to complete my homework so I use the rest of the before dinner to see what was happing on Skype. I was In the middle of reading a rousing debate about if it was Mis. Johnson was the one in the pictures when I was called down for dinner. Towards the end of the meal my father reminded me that he expected me to mow the lawn over the weekend. When dinner was finished I went back to my room. She turned her head and looked into the eyes of a man across the dance floor. The way he looked at her made her body heat up. She couldn't look away, she was like a moth drawn to a night light. After long minutes, he made his move, walking slowly across the dance floor. His eyes never left hers. The music started up, a slow dance. She watched how he moved, with the grace of a powerful big cat. And big he was, over six feet, broad shoulders, slim hips. He had slightly curly black hair, just.