Did I premeditate what happened?I dunno. NO. Really. But we were running through a grocery store buying the perishables for the week and we happened t... go down the wine aisle.I like a glass of wine or two in the evening, and honestly, at this point, I was starting to get a little excited about the cabin.I told him to get some. “I like a glass or two in the evenings. We can share...”“Sounds genteel,” he said.“It is.”“I’ve never been much of a wine drinker.”“Good,” I laughed. “We’re not drinking. Buy one of those terracotta or clay Potpourri warmers to keep things like the honey or body oils hot. The key is to heat them on the stove top then transfer them to the Potpourri warmer so that they are a decent temperature when you are ready to use them.Another, more advanced form of heat play is to use the ember of a cigar or cigarette. Either can be applied. And no I am not talking about pressing the cherry into the flesh to brand or anything fucked up like that. A skilled Dom with a steady. He pulled out a little and looked up to me. Even though it was dark I could just make out his eyes and his screwed up face. ‘Jesus, you smell a bit,’ he grizzled. ‘Keep your fucking voice down,’ I hissed. I grabbed him by the ears and pulled him back to my wet pussy. He suddenly realised he wasn’t going anywhere until he ate some pussy, and going by what Lucy said, he was very good at it. He licked and slurped away, bringing me close to an orgasm, just as this old bloke in a raincoat sat three. A lock of hair hangs over her ear and I iron it back so that the ear is naked again. With my index finger I feel the edge of the outer ear and with a circular motion I follow the shape of the ear. The only jewelry she wears are the small earrings in her small soft earlobes. I kiss her tenderly on her neck, smell the perfumed skin cream she used to moisture her dry skin and let her go.I focus myself on her shoulders and see her bra strap is twisted. While I untwist her bra strap I stroke her.