Slowly. Firmly. You pull my face to yours and we kiss. I love your tongue. I keep my eyes on you. So beautiful. Your hands run down my chest and below...my waste. Tickling me just a little. You grab a hold of my man hood and pull it out of you to play with. Ensuring my full arousal. Your wet juices make it easy to stroke. I take a deep breath and my eyes roll back. You smile, knowing I’m loving your touch. Then, you lay me down and climb on top of me. I place my hands on your skinny waist,. He shook his head and said, “I really need a beer. I really play a lot better when I hold a beer in one hand and a horseshoe in the other. It helps me balance.”“Last time you did that, you threw your beer bottle,” Carl said chuckling.“And parts of it were within six inches of the post,” Sam countered. He leaned over to Pepper and added, “They should have counted it as a point.”Pepper stepped up to the line and tossed the horseshoe. It actually hit the post this time. He shouted, “All right! I. Looking in my eyes, she went on, "I don't feel I need to pretend. I feel safe! Heavens, I slept in your arms last night and," she blushed, "I'm still a virgin this morning."I wasn't sure how I felt about that but any tension between us was defused by the 'clunk' of the toaster and Bella got up again to collect the toast and put it in a toast-rack on the table."I need to make a couple of phone calls and then go into March. Will you come with me? It's not very exciting, I'm afraid." I'll come. In fact, one time, while I was at the kitchen window trying to see her bare tits as she soaked up the sun, Jane had come up behind me and whispered in my ear that she thought Tara was beautiful too. I had started to try and deny it but Jane had pushed her big boobs into my back and reached around and started stroking my cock in my shorts as we both looked out the window. I eventually took Jane back to our bedroom and found she was soaking wet too, so we had a quickie! But nothing had.