I can.” Then she put her arms around my neck and we shared a lengthy French kiss. She felt the bulge in my pants and rubbed her leg against it.“Wo...! That’s what I’ve wanted since the very moment I saw you.”“I kinda thought so. Now! I should change.” She said as she walked behind the curtain.My cock was aching for her, but I would have to forget about it for now.When she came out, I almost shot off in my pants but had to forget it as I took at least a dozen pictures. She had sprayed her hair. That would violate the rules of chocolate, and Jeanine just hates when that happens.I brought my loot into the house, and Jeanine greeted me at the door with hug and kiss. While not a rare event, the fact that the front door was open was unusual. Especially with Jeanine still in her bathrobe. I yanked at the robe's knot and she hastily pulled me in and closed the door. I pulled a kit from the bag, one that required the highest concentration of hormones for a positive result, and she dashed from. Or with the man who was to be my husband - that is how I always hoped it would be. That is how I always planned it would be. But this was unplanned, and I was totally unprepared for the new sensations that arose in me on Christmas night. I just didn't expect that a party at my Lolo's house would see me become a woman. I just thought we would spend the evening singing kara-oke, with the men drinking coconut wine and playing cards in the back room. That is how it has always been in the past.. She was swollen, and beginning to ride him harder, so he allowed his fingertips to move with her, stroking her, and teasing her. When she reached behind and found his balls, he knew she hadn’t forgotten their timing, and how to make this all work the way no one else ever could.Her hand on his balls and her rhythm on his cock told him exactly how much to touch her. At the same time, she knew she could sense his moment by how tight his balls got and when his pelvis lost control. She controlled.