Coating you in its slippery essence. From your knees, over your thighs, across your belly, over and around your firm breast all the way to your neck a...d back again. My hands never stop moving, caressing, massaging, rubbing. Moaning as my fingers try to grasp your slippery nipples only to have them slip away. Hands sliding down across your belly, dipping into your belly button then to the top of your smooth shaved mound. Feeling my thumbs slippery sliding lower, across your swollen pussy lips as. That was probably triggering my memory of that night in the Mustang."Ryan, I don't want to deny you anything. You're my guy. You already took my throat. First time for me, you know." I knew she hadn't done deep throat for any other guys – girls aren't the only ones to talk about things, you know. So if any other guy had DT'd her, I'd have known. But still it was good to hear it. "And you're SO BIG. I almost couldn't take all of you." Yeah. I knew that too. Bitch had to work on me for almost 5. I was at the connecting airport, eating some fast food with my tropical island native friend. I told her about my condition and she suggested I should get a “Tuesday man”. I said “ a WHAT?”. She told me she had a Tuesday man and a Sunday man. I was incredulous. She explained that she had two men who she maintained as regular fuck buddies. I couldn’t imagine how she could get two. Not that she was unattractive, but its complex to set that up with one guy, I couldn’t imagine how you could do that. Thats true, I said, laughing with her. Whew, Im tired, Isabelle said, yawning. Me too, I agreed, laying my head back on the seat rest. Its going to be about an hour drive with all of this traffic so you take a nap if you need to, Isabelle quickly dozed off on my shoulder with a cute smile on her face while I tried getting comfortable without disturbing her. Her perfume smelled amazingly sweet leaving just enough scent for me to want more. At the time, I didnt know what she was trying to do,.