She scratches the long, chipped, blue-varnished nails of her right hand through the strands of her burgundy hair, brushing it down over her shoulder. ...ith two fingers, she traces the shape of her thin, cracked lips, and then – drawing these wide open – examines the well-formed, clean, white teeth and the red, slightly inflamed gums. She traces the tip of her tongue over the sharp edges of her incisors and grins. Her large, clear, hazel eyes swivel from side to side at her command and she. . I don't remember what else. You see most of our conversations were about the kids. That's it for the most part, just the kids. Anyway, we were walking home, our arms brushing occasionally. The silence between us was not strained, it was almost comfortable. Casey giggled a bit as she staggered for a moment. "Damn, I shouldn't have had that las' drink," she murmured and giggled again.We entered our home and Casey went into the living room and sprawled on the sofa. She looked at me and I saw a. She tried to pull away but I did not let her until I was ready. I told her that she had to do exactly what I wanted her to do, but with her mouth full she could not reply after what seemed like an eternity.I pull her head off my cock and she took in a much needed deep breath. I bent down and kissed her quickly. She could not move, she can only let her head relax over the side of the bed again I climbed behind her and situated myself to work around the kerchiefs I have placed her in. I teased. ‘My turn to fuck you, isn’t it?’ She licked her lips, tasting the sweet tang on her own cunt on Nicky’s full lips. She had been reflecting back on the timid little mouse she had been for so long and had no regrets about letting her fade into oblivion. She was still the same loving, kind and considerate person she had always been – now, she just had an erotic edge she would never again surrender. They had gone shopping, although that word seemed like an understatement. Nicolette had done most of.