My arm is around your waist, holding you tight, locked you are, so I can dive in you ever deeper . . . . Pressing on with my lips, my tongue lashing o...t, passionately whipping that cute, little rose petal of desire. . . . . Fingers of my other hand caress your legs, and inner thighs, then join the lips that are kissing you, where pleasure can be risen to it's peeks, so you push with your bum even more towards me, while my agile fingers vanish deep in you, while that petal of desire is. "When we're done here, and you take me home, where are you going to go after that?" she asked.He blinked. "Back to Atlanta, of course," he said, sounding confused."And how do you feel about that?" It's where I live," he said helplessly. "My shop is there. Where else would I go?" I'm not going to Atlanta with you," she said firmly.He blinked again. "Well of course not," he said, feeling like he had just stepped onto ground that was likely to be mined."So that's fine," she said, her voice flat.. ‘Do you want to drive or shall I, Sally?’ Sally asked. ‘You drive Sue,’ Sue replied. ‘Frank and I’ll snuggle in the back seat and let you chauffeur us. How’s that sound, Frank dear?’ ‘Sounds fine with me,’ Frank replied, sensing something wasn’t quite right, but not certain what it was. They piled into the car, with Sally at the wheel and Sue and Frank in the back seat. They had gone only a few blocks when Sue’s mouth sought Frank’s and began a sensuous kiss. Although Frank returned the kiss,. They cuddled and Leila slowly unwound the events of her day, her sick experiences at work. Delia caressed and their intimacy led Leila to Delia’s pussy. She savored and serviced the pink and fleshy oyster on its tender half shell until the lady of the house squirted.The experience softened Delia’s heart in general, to the point that when her husband got home hours later she asked him after some superficial chat about the rest of his day, “Would you like to fuck Leila?”“I thought that I.