The thick liquid felt heavenly as her fingertips trailed over her slippery skin. A low moan escaped her throat as she enjoyed her lingering caresses. ...��I wish you could feel the softness of my touch,’ she purred. ‘My skin is velvety smooth, so slippery with oil,’ she teased. ‘Oh, babe, I know you’d love to glide your hands over my breasts, feel the oil beneath your fingertips. It feels so good…’ ‘Jesus, what’re you doing to me, girl?’ Ante cried out as she continued to torment him. ‘You’ll. When I sat she asked me to make a drink for her, which was on the table and I followed the instructions. Sipping the glass she told me straight then she wanted me to service her. I stood silent and looked at her; she asked me I could also drink if I wished. I followed the orders and drank, after about two drinks, she came and sat on the handle of the chair I was sitting, turned my face towards her and kissed on my fore head, she said, do what you know to please a women, if not satisfied will. My wife worked nights at the time and usually left around 5.30pm. Pete would be finishing work around 6.30pm and would be driving past my house on the way home. A quick stop at mine, i would help drain the spunk out of his balls and he could get home just a little later than usual without arousing the suspicion of his wife. The day came and i kissed my wife goodbye and she left for work at the usual time. I sent Pete a text to confirm all was still good and nervously waited for him to show up.. "Well, I don't and never had. I actually found these in my son's bag when he had come for the funeral. I know he's a grownup but that doesn't mean he protested when I decided to 'seize' these. Ha ha ha!" Aunt Sheen said and laughed."Ok.. If you've never smoked then why start now?" I asked."Well, it's just that I've been living an uptight life from so many years. A woman needs to do it her way sometimes too, you know. I figured now that I am a widow and your uncle actually left me quite a lot of.