He bent down and kissed her strongly, possessively, then spoke as clearly as he could to make it easier on her. I need to go back and finish attending...my duties. I will be back shortly, I assure you. With that, and his best imitation of an empathetic smile, he rose to his feet and the mattress sprung back up where he had been sitting. His figure darkened as he walked away from the candle light, back toward the blackness of the doorway. Sadness registered in her brain. No… Stay… She groaned,. Her body was exploding with sensitivity and the giggling caused her pussy to contract. She was quite wet already and as a result she quiffed. "Oh my, excuse me!" she said, hoping he would mistaken it for gas."It's all good," Josh replied. "Very common for the body to make noises in a state of relaxation."Josh knew it wasn't gas. He tried to control his hands, which just wanted to move under the sheet and feel her wet pussy. But he kept repeating the mantra of his instructor: Don't Interrupt The. Do youwant to do this or not?" he cuffed one of the c***dren in the back of the head. I bent over to pull three pies from under the counter and heard himchuckle. "Maybe I should wait until it's your turn," he hooted. "I'd get twobullseyes instead of one. Damn big ones, too." He laughed loudly at his ownjoke. I blushed. I knew what he was referring to. I'd worn this top because Markliked seeing me in it, forgetting I'd be bending over all day. Every time Idid, the scoop neck fell open. I've never really seen one other than in porn so I guess I was curious." Curious about what? What it looked like? Felt like?" Both I guess." Go ahead then. You can touch it. I promise it won't bite you."I stood there for what seemed like hours. I couldn't deny that I really wanted to touch it but at the same time I was freaking out inside. I felt like I was suddenly dreaming. Maybe not the best way to describe it but it was a very unique feeling.I don't know what made me do it but I eventually.