"No you don't," she said, getting up from the chair, moving across the room. "You don't get to say that to me, Micky. Not that. We're business partner.... Nothing more." I snatched hold of her arm and pulled her close. "Get the fuck off me!" she spat, pushing me away. Like a cool romeo, I made my move. Oh, she looked so fine. I kissed her, mashing my lips against hers. She fought me a little-- not much- fuck all really. Her tongue found mine. She pushed me away. Breathless. Her breasts heaving in. This is no mere orgasm, it is the climax of the climax, and it keeps coming, coming, turning her into a thrashing, gripping, chattering organism. "Comecomecomecome on," she cries out. "Oh, fuck me fuck me ride me keep coming, fuckfuckoh, God, fuck me..." and she wraps her arms around his back and clamps him down against her and wraps her legs around his and kicks the heels of her feet into the back of his legs and against his ass as he fucks her and fucks her and fucks her until at last she. Prakash started caressing her face while keeping his face resting on her busts while looking at her face. He kissed her over there and went on caressing her at different places. Shweta reciprocated by caressing his face and started playing with his hair in confirmation and acceptance.Prakash raised himself and went close to her face. He caressed her face and put his lips on the lips of Shweta. He kissed her lips a little and then kissed her chic, caressed her face with one palm and let his. Ijust seem to melt into this very happy state where all I want to do isclean the house and cook and care for Richard. I seem so at peace when Ido my chores. I put on my white pumps with the 3 inch heels, somejewelry, spray my self delicately with a scent I think I and Richard wouldenjoy wafting around the room as I do my chores and redo my lip gloss. Ioften blow myself a kiss in the mirror before heading down the kitchenpast Richard's room being careful not to wake him. In the kitchen I.