I invited her in, did the quick show around and to the sofa for a movie. I put Night of the Living Dead in the VHS player. By the time the k**s were g...ing to fuck in the cemetery I had her reclined tongue kissing her and fondling her ample breasts. I was to her right on my side against the back of the sofa and she was laying on her back. I would fondle each breast some then work my right hand down to rub her pussy through her jeans. Each time she would take my hand slowly and move it to her. She loved bringing herself to crashing climaxes smelling and tasting her little girl’s panties."Now, Tatum. What happened at the mall? And don't tell me nothing, because I know when something is wrong with my little girl", Tatum’s eyes took on guilty look, confirming her suspicions."Something happened at the mall? What was it baby? " the girl winced her mother sat beside her on the sofa. Mellissa could see her clamming up."Now, why don't you tell me what happened. Sweet heart…" she watched as. I’d been craving him all week.His warm hand moved from my stomach to fondle my puffies. He had the snap open on my bra in seconds and dropped me back against his arm so he could take my nipples into his mouth. I ran my hands over his hair to encourage him. The feel of his rough skin and hot tongue on my chest made me shiver.He took his time using his mouth. Then his hand moved down to rub the outside of my shorts. Chills shot down my arms and legs. It only took a moment for Mark to tickle his. In my excitement, I nearly crushed my dear friend. ‘I’m sorry, Henry, but it’s so good to see you! Are you all right?’ It takes more than an enthusiastic embrace to ruffle a man like Henry. Lord Henry Wotton, my mentor, my guide into the world of privileged hedonism. Henry recovered quickly, that is to say, Henry maintained his composure as he greeted me with his trademark smile. ‘Dorian, it’s good to see you, as well. It seems like ages since we last spoke. You’ve made this your home, I see.’.