I sat down across from my host and lifted my Styrofoam cup like a mock toast and nodded. "Thanks. It's a pleasant end to a bad week."Earl Simmons gave...me a quizzical look. "Don't I know you? You're that Livingood fellow that works for Monsano. Am I right?" "Livingston. I used to work at Monsano. I'm not working anywhere right now."After a short pause, "I never did like that Monsano guy, or his brother."We both sat there for a few moments, neither one of us saying anything, just enjoying the. "And give up the chance of a Julie / Chico cocktail, I don't think so," Michelle laughed. Julie knelt on the floor next to her bed and bent over so her upper half was on the bed and supported. Julie went to put her hands on her pussy when Michelle pushed them gently away murmuring, "please let me do it all." Julie sighed contentedly and placed her arms out across the bed and opened her knees slightly to allow access. Michelle ran her fingers along Julie's pussy lips, loving the way she gurgled. As I could come back to my senses, I realized I was on the bed already and my man that night was kissing me all over while his fingers and hands were still playing with my pussy. I was just lying there enjoying the moments and when he came near my face again, I dragged him close and kissed his lips so deep to express my passion running inside again. The kiss was really long and deep, running into several minutes while we embraced each other tight and rolled all over the bed. His meat was. My whole body gives a little jerk, as the sensation of a tongue moves back and forth over the nipple, and a feeling of suction pulls my whole nipple into this unseen mouth. I squeeze my eyes closed, and just give into the sensations. At the same time as the mouth is loving one nipple, a hand is pinching the other between index and middle finger with rhythmic squeezes, thumb stroking across nipple over and over. The rhythm of the mouth and the fingers sends a continuous stream of sensation.