April sensed that the masseuse was going to put her lips around her nipples. She tensed and closed her eyes.She felt her nipples stiffen even more. Sh... felt as if her head would explode from the tension.The masseuse moved slowly away from April's nipples, letting her tongue brush along April's exposed neck. She heard April gasp, as if she had been holding her breath. The girl ran her fingers through April's long hair and let it d**** over the end of the massage table."You have gorgeous hair,". Here’s a little free advice from your old buddy Ty: never, ever, marry a woman you meet in a bar in Las Vegas on the same night that you met her. I don’t care if the Elvis Chapel is running a discount; it is still a bad idea.On the fourth day after we were married, Cora Leigh tried to run me over in the parking lot of a Waffle House, because she said I was flirting with the waitress. Which might have been valid except the waitress was about eighty years old. The police became involved, because. Has that little whore Amy Fairfax resumed giving you galloping lessons?"Silence as heavy as an army greatcoat fell on the room. It was considered extremely bad form to mention a female by name in the Mess. I should have reminded him of that, and then left the room.That way I would have brought him down a peg, without having to challenge him, but the brandy I had consumed caused me to reply."The lady is an actress, as you well know, but I'm sure she could give you lessons in manners."He flushed. Before she had to be told again, she quickly began licking. Upon seeing that the slut no longer had to be held, Mr. Moore sat back to watch.Sylvia held onto the man’s cock with one hand. Her mouth started working on his swollen prickhead. Her tongue traced its way around his cock-knob, then flicked back and forth over it. Without needing to be told, she started licking down its underside. Her tongue slid underneath his cockhead and slid toward the thick cock root. When she got there, she licked.