"I take it you heard our conversation?" I didn't hear a word of it, but no one could miss how heavily she was flirting. I wouldn't be surprised if she...showed up tonight wearing nothing but a trench coat and a smile." Jeeze, you're almost as bad as Renée," I retorted."No, I'm not trying to help you climb into her panties. Just pointing out what you seem to be missing."I looked at the doorway again. Cicely was gone. "No, I didn't miss it, but I did fight it."Michael chuckled, "Not very well,". Everyone knew that Jonathan and Emily were the perfect couple and the thought of their marriage delighted everyone in Tomkinsville, the small Pennsylvania town on the Susquehanna River, forty miles from Philadelphia. She knew what a shock it would be when people realized there would be no wedding. Not able to sit any longer, Emily walked around the house. She looked at the dark green couch where she and Jonathan made out, then glanced at the old fifteen inch television where they watched. "What kind of winter sports, Mark? There are too many trees around there for skiing." Oh, I imagine Stu could think of some indoor sports -- especially with you around," the friendly-faced husband grinned. "Really, Nat, we ought to go up and help him out... Remember how well those kids did on their psychological development tests, after you gave them that photography lesson..." He winked exaggeratedly and the dark-haired young woman laughed aloud."Let's look at those pictures, Mark," she purred. He was quite intrigued by my lust for his ‘cum juice’ so I explained briefly that since I found sexual liberation, then a man pouring his juice on me or in me was my ultimate in satisfaction.“I love everything sexual but a mans juice is my priority pleasure. I told him how I loved the taste and how it varied from man to man and even from the same man depending on diet. Young men like him were usually sweeter or less salty because they generally had higher sugar diets. All he said was that his.