John opened his with a soft pop and a second later she did the same."I'm John Franck," he said and smiled at her with both his mouth and eyes."She was...taken with him, liking particularly his easy laid back manner."I know. We met briefly just after we moved in." Then she realized he had forgotten her name and so she promptly supplied it."Jill, Jill Witkowski," she said and offered him her free hand which John promptly accepted, shook once and then let go.He found himself captivated by the. She laughed inwardly, exalting in her power, as she grasped her shirt and began pulling it over her head. His smile grew strangely mischievous as the shirt rose up around her head. Then, as she was unsighted, he made his move. He released the rope which he had loosely twined about his wrists to disguise his recovered freedom, and in two strides was upon her, grasping the arms extended above her head, and wrestling her easily to the ground. She gasped shocked surprise, began to wriggle like a. He wrapped his arms round her slight body and kissed her gently on the lipsShe in turn kissed his nose, then his lips; she gave off that warm satisfying smell that comes from a woman who has been well fucked. And he could feel the warm pressure of her cushioning breasts, and the poking of her erect nipples on his chest. They lay there for about ten minutes and he started to get hard again. But she wriggled away. I am sorry dear she said but duty calls."They drank a glass of cold water each and. I took delight in letting my tongue flicker over her clit, accelerating to a speed I didn’t know my tongue could move at. Teasingly I slowed, pressed harder, flicked faster, pressed lighter, fascinated by her instant reaction, ever turned on by her moaning and groaning. I felt her muscles tense and relax and tense again. She was already so tense that when she relaxed it wasn’t for long and soon the lightest touch of my tongue kept her muscles taut and trembling. I abandoned my variation of.