He passed his half-open lips, heavily breathing, over the part of Erika’s sexy mound in which lay hidden her clit. She cried out, and her fingers pr...ssed frantically in Ben’s hair.However, Ben changed his mind. He began to kiss a path down Erika’s thigh, and the tension was momentarily reduced for her. But then Ben raised her leg – Erika could have resisted – high on his shoulder. Shifting between her spreading legs, he began to lick and kiss his way up the velvety inside of one of Erika’s. "Hmmmm", she purred like a kitten. "Something smells good", I said. "Me or dinner?" "Whichever, they're both good. How much time you need?" "Just a few minutes." "Great. Let me get dressed." I was on my way to put some pants on until she alerted my attention. When I turned around she had that look in her eye and she was salivating. I already knew what I was in for. "You don't have to get dressed on my account", she said, approaching me step by step. "Oh no", I said, "now's not the time. We're. I turned as he raised his hand and touched my shoulder, as if to guide me into his room.His gown opened further and his erection had gained more volume, 'You're all opened up in the front' I said quietly, as I walked past him going into the room, the back of my hand deliberately brushing against his thick cock, as our eyes met.As I went into the room my husband was standing by a table with glasses and champagne on it, 'Pour the Champs', he said from behind me, and as I stopped going forward he. Pzerraji had made a lot of money in places such as this. Not only here in Zhe'Khar but also in his birthland far to the southeast, the Ynjarri Empire. He missed that one aroma Zhe'Khar would never have: the sea! His former home of Port Vrezzassi was somewhat like this neighborhood, only on a larger scale, for it was a port city with all that implied. The old man looked down at his youngest grandson and wondered what the boy would become. The odds that he would become the next Lord Marshal were.