"C'mon. It tastes good." I already had some of it and I know it doesn't taste good. It's terrible, it leaves a bad taste in my mouth for hours." Well,...Speedy, it doesn't taste good because it's medicine. It isn't supposed to taste good." Why don't they make it in the first place so it *does* taste good?" 'Cause if it tasted good in the first place, you'd drink it all the time. You'd live on it, and then it would make you sick." If it's medicine, why would it make me sick?" Listen, stop bein' so. But she can’t let the girl know that smile is her kryptonite.“So, you don’t want me to make any mention of the level of pleasure you get from me at all to him?”“Not a word,” Anthe answers firmly.“And for that, I get what?” Harper adds a smile that means only really one thing.“You want to fuck me now so you won’t tell him you’ve been fucking me?” she asks, doing a very good job at sounding surprised.Harper spreads her legs a little more, exposing long, tapered and semi-erect shaft more. She then. “I thought of you for this set I did. Think of it as a thank you, for being you.”His hands trembled as he selected the link and started to cycle through the pictures, she had created, just for him, for him alone.Each slide was like a sensual comic strip come to life as he took the time to study the detail of her poses. It started in her living room with her lying on the couch. Her hair covered her face, the only portion of her body he had left to be revealed to him. Her white cotton t-shit. Then the phone rang again. I certainly didn't want to answer, but if it was Cindy or Susan, it would be hard to explain a no answer. It was Cindy. I cursed under my breath. She said they changed their tickets and were returning home tomorrow evening and would Katy and I pick them up at the airport? Their plane was due in around 6 p.m. Well, that phone call certainly took care of my erection problem!After I hung up, we just looked at each other for a long time, knowing this was our last.