As me n she was alone so we decided to celebrate it in a romantic way…She is v horny n romantic…She wore green lingerie in which her half boobs ar... visible it was netted one….Her full waist was visible with deep navel…Her panty was netted one n covering only her love hole…Her full thighs wr looking like creamy place…She was wearing bangles of green color with nose ring n dark red lipstick…She has pendant in her neck which was lying on her deep cleavage…She removed my jeans n t-shirt i was only. He then started to rub the head of his cock over my lips, smacking down on my clit, and this made wave after wave of juices squirt out of me. I felt like I was having a seizure.My body was uncontrollably convulsing, I thought I was going to pass out from the sensations and my erratic breathing.Once again, he knows me so well, he knows just when to stop, because my sensitiveness can turn to pain if pushed to far. I layed there convulsing and orgasming for, I don't know how long, I was so lost in. In a teasing tone she asked him, “What? How do I make chicken salad? How do I make my skin so soft? How do I make you hard with a single, solitary sigh?” She saw he was not laughing. He was not even looking at her. “I’m sorry, baby. You’re serious, aren’t you?” Silence. “Tell me, my sweet. You look sad.” “How do you….” He stopped in the same spot he had before, but then took a deep breath and continued. “How do you make love stay?” “Oh, honey.” She kissed him. “It does stay. It does.” “No. But she talks like an Irishman. She got that from her husband, Red. She tells everyone that the coffee is Jamaican, too, but I doubt that as much as I doubt her origins. I’d guess Haiti based on her reputation for voodoo,” Troy said conspiratorially.“The flavor is incredible. If it’s not Blue Mountain, she must have a secret of some sort.”“It’s the roasting. Birdie has an old wood-fired roaster that she feeds with our local Rose Hickory. In addition to the flavor of the dark roasted coffee, you.