She asked”what r u going to do with the icecream?”.he said “im going to eat it with ur nipples” and put ice cream on her left breast.she just ...umped when he did that.he then started to suck her nipples and took half of her breast in his mouth and was literally eating it.”she was shouting”ahhh oh my godddddd ahhh ahhhhhh plsss plssssssss”he then took did the same on the other breast and was pressing the other breast.he then made her knee to fold and went near her pussy and said “wow this is the. And futilely pull the covers up over my head– waking is never my strong point. You laugh, yanking the covers away, leaving me shivering slightly at the sudden cold rush of air. My skin gets goosebumps and I growl softly at you, although a small smile quirks at my lips. You brush the rose over my bared shoulders, my collarbone and down towards the scoop neckline of the brief tank I wore to sleep. You shift closer, your hip against mine, brushing the soft petals back up my throat to kiss my lips. On laundry day, while Trudy Moeller was washing sheets, she took her own set and pulled them to her nose, inhaling deeply because she knew what they'd smell like. They'd smell like the delicious sex she and Jerry engaged in on those sheets.But then, when she dipped into Janice's hamper to get her sheets to wash, and pulled them up and out into the air ... she got a whiff of the same scent.Trudy wasn't stupid. She knew this had to be happening while she was at work. And it had to be after Janice. The music drifts up and I sway my hips leaning on the banister looking down at the crowd.I see you at the bar. The bartender pointing up to where I'm standing and you catch me watching you. You make your way across the dance floor and up the stairs."You're not trying to ditch me are you?" you say as your eyes travel the full length of me."Not you, just your wife," I reply sipping my drink, batting my eyelashes."Not my wife," you tell me."Well, your 'girlfriend' seemed pissed to see you dancing.