She rolls into him, onto him, lazily dragging the tip of her tongue across his lips. He’s awake enough to catch it, and they settle into a few minut...s of tongue tag and lip nuzzling and Lia always finds herself wanting to lick just along his beardline at his neck, because he smells so himself, so sweet, just there. She sneaks a look at the alarm clock on a tongue upstroke to find that it’s just after five in the morning, so there’s time, and she leans over and over and slides down and sinks him. This is just torture. Please get on top and fill me.’I looked at the ceiling, but my words were directed at her, ‘I want you to put your skirt, hold-ups and those heels back on. I want to play with the Slutty Housewife again.’‘If I do that, will you fuck me?’‘If you do that, I promise that I will screw you silly.’‘Okay! it's a deal.'Her voice was back sounding like the slut from downstairs. She leapt off the bed and gathered her underwear, etc. from the bedroom floor. She ran to the guest. "What this means to you is very...unfortunate, for you. You will feel every beautiful wonderful sensation of being inside a woman, the heat, the wetness, the silky squeeze, you will even begin to feel like you are going to cum." The cold burn was fading, my breathing relaxed. "But then it will fade. You will be able to get very very close Peter but you won't be able to cum all night. We may have to periodically reapply it but as you are the first test subject don't know the. Well, Rob turned over and the girls looked down to a seriously impressive bulge at the front of his briefs. Looking confused, and wondering for a second where on earth he was, Rob pulled the quilt up to provide some modesty, and kind of croaked out, "Hi."Dawn and Trista greeted him back, then looked at each other, exchanged a knowing smile and laughed. Dawn poured him some coffee and offered him some aspirin.Rob greedily attacked the coffee but was a pretty hardened drinker, and rarely suffered.