” “On my clit.” “On your clit, huh…well, it just so happens, I’ve got a hard on and I thought of your lips.” “Oh, baby, and w...ere were MY lips.” “They were kissing my chest, licking my stomach, licking down to my balls and up to the tip of my dick, that’s where they were.” “Craig, baby, baby tell me more, sweetheart,” she said, her pussy beginning to swell with joy juice. “Oh, baby, baby, sugar goodness, I can feel your lips on the tip of my dick. Ah fuck, suck it baby. Ah. I noticed just how firm and sexy her ass looked as it moved under her dress, but again, thought of less pleasant things.It was late afternoon, and I had made decent progrees despite the fact the ladder was old and quite unstable. I opned a fresh gallon of paint which would finish the job for the day, and allow me to finish the following day by noon or so. I climbed the ladder carrying the paint, the brush, and a sc****r, when I felt it move. Before I could react, it slid sideways, and down I. Her eyes closed, a dreamy, yes was all she could say."You didn't answer when I asked if you liked my piercing, Amanda."She opened her eyes, looking down at our breasts smushed together. I arched my back a little exposing my nipples to her. The song we were dancing to ended leading to another slow one. She didn't notice, her focus was on my breasts.“I kinda do and I kinda don't. They look like they'd hurt when they moved. The barbells are pretty though.”I smiled, “Touch them, I'll tell you if it. -you know we cannot do that, honey. They will kill me. Anyway, thank you for cooking. I will treat you like my wife, or more like my queen…It was so loving to hear these words. Later, we had our meals. This time he was not rubbing my leg. When I asked why, he said,-well, you do not seem like in the romantic or horny mood, but rather like in the loved mood, so that could have felt uncomfortable against you-He started eating again. He admired my meal.-mm…this is great! Really, is this some.