They drove on—more sedately now. He spotted a small secluded, fenced in area that they pulled into. He took her in his arms and kissed her deeply a...d she responded passionately. He caressed her breasts thru her silky blouse. He could feel her nipples taut against the fabric of her brassiere and thru the blouse. Still they kissed deeply. He kissed her jaw line and down her neck. He let his hands roam over her body and with one hand moving down her body to brush it lightly over her derriere. He. Where my French consort had been sculpted and tanned, Tannon was, though muscled, lanky with a creamy complexion. His skin rarely saw the sun. His own black hair was expertly manicured in a business like style. The blue suit, the color of sapphires, was tailored to his build. His voice was deep and playful, ‘Hello, beautiful, did you miss me?’ ‘No.’ ‘Sure you did,’ he looked disdainful at the dream man. ‘Is this what you want, some French beach gigolo? Hell, Sasha, he probably can’t even spell. “I don’t have to act around you. You’ve seen me at my worst and, still, here we are. I’m not sure it’s a good idea, though.”“Why not?” Phil asked.“Well, uh, you won’t be mad, will you?” Tiffany asked.“I don’t think so,” Phil replied. “I’ll try not to.”“In April, when we, uh, spent the night together, it was really special,” she said, still holding his hand but now looking out the window. “I thought I could walk away and keep my distance. The problem is ... well, the problem is that I was wrong.. "Monique bowed her head and said "Yes ma'am."This time she approached cautiously and gently used her tongue on the outside of her clean shaven sweetness. Slowly she approached the surrounding soft flesh licking it softly sending waves of pleasure through her body. "That's better Monique, and isn't that the sweetest most delicious scent you can possibly have ever smelled?" Yes ma'am" Monique mumbled, speaking with her tongue licking her clit wasn't easy. "Shut up Monique, don't talk to me.