She rocked against him until the warmth spread across her body and then she drew him back to her mouth. The simple, comfortable stimulation was too mu...h to not take to the next step. In silent agreement, he slowly lowered his body onto hers and she felt the pressure of his abdomen against hers. He took his erection in his hand and smoothly guided his cock into her. Her lips were already sensitive and parted easily in wetness. One thrust and he was halfway inside of her. Two slow thrusts and he. " Again, she tried to be casual."Sure."Instinct took hold again. "What about tomorrow?"He laughed, and she was confused. She was sure she hadn't done anything funny; why was he laughing?"So, tomorrow, lunch? My treat," she offered, hopefully."Yeah, sounds good. Let's make it early, though; Coffee Cafe' in the shopping arcade. Be there at 11:00. Okay?"She smiled, leaned over, and kissed his cheek. "I can't wait!"He pulled away and held his open hand out to the house. "My WIFE, at home, can see. Zak released her--or rather, using his hold on her hair, pulled her head back to look into her eyes. “Are you hungry, Alluna?” That deep voice sent shivers down her spine as she stared at him, her mouth still agape from the hungry kiss. Her stomach rumbled as if trying to answer him. She clapped her hands over it, feeling her cheeks heat. The corner of his lip kicked up a bit in amusement. Turning his gaze from her, he looked over to his left. Alluna gasped in shock when she saw a tray laden. He can build and make some very imaginative toys and special furniture. He is one of the single Masters in our group. Last night we debuted his latest creation—a wooden pony with an electric mane. I have ridden a wooden pony many times before. The say familiarity breeds contempt. When it comes to the pony, familiarity breeds dread, memories of unrelenting pain and secret anticipation, that swell in the pit of my stomach from the time, usually a couple days in advance, he tells me I will be.