Steve was in heaven as it happened…not only was the sight of the honey making its way down her breast erotic, but he actually got to eat it as well....Drip….drip….drip. The honey continued to fall onto his tongue and he swallowed every drop. Drip…drip.…drip. Steve left the honey fall onto his tongue until the last drop fell and then he lurched forward, gathered her nipple in his mouth and sucked hard on it until it was clean. He swallowed all the honey and they kissed passionately. Lizzie. His hazel eyes would change color depending on what he wore, and he wore his straight brown hair a bit shorter than Jimmy’s.Now, my story really started the last day of the month, a very bizarre Friday by all accounts. I reported to work as normal and began to do my job. I found that burying myself into work kept my mind occupied and it seemed I got more done than I had in the past. This level of dedication apparently didn’t go unnoticed by my boss. He praised me several times for my recent. I had Maxie, Maxie my boyfriend, Maxie who understood me as best he could, who tried and cared and was beautiful and talented and confident. And then I threw it all away. I stood, wanting to run back, and the train left. It left without my heart and soul on it.I had no idea what I'd done.I'd woken up from a dream where my attacker had killed Maxie. Again. And he hadn't been there. I'd wanted to hold onto his body, let the warmth of him wash the dream away and he hadn't been there. It had been. In here?" "Well, there are a few pictures on the front page, but the picture I'm getting here is much better," I replied. "Oh, you like what you see, huh?" she ask grinning, pretending to look at the front page. "Definitely," I replied, getting off my bike and letting it fall, but still standing in almost the same spot in front of her."Well, my husband wouldn't like it if he knew you were trying to look at my pussy all the time," she said seriously, without moving or cutting off the display..