‘Let’s get in the tub.’ She sat directly across from him in the Jacuzzi and extended her legs into his lap. He took her foot in his hand and beg...n massaging it. It felt good. After a few minutes, she moved next to him. When she got up the bikini clung to her body and he got a full view of her. She reached over and took his hand, intertwined her fingers with his. ‘You know you make me feel very special when I am with you. I love you.’ With that she leaned over and kissed him. She put her hand. One of his hands releases hers, and pushes the little strap of material off her should, she feels it dangling along her upper arm. His kisses follow after it, traveling across her shoulder. Now, from the corner of her eye, she can see his dark hair, hanging in his face, still hiding it from plain view. With strap off her shoulder, his hand returns to hers, and the process repeats itself on her other side. With a swift movement, both hands grab the bottom of her shirt, and pull it up over her. But I had no intentions of moving. She tasted amazing and the sheer thought of getting her off was like a d**g to me. So I remained in place between her perfectly toned thighs until her intense orgasm subsided and she pulled me up to her and kissed me once again.As a male I had kissed a lot of girls and even since becoming Emily I have locked lips with a few but none compared to kissing Lilly. It was like the entire world ceased to exist around us. We were in our own little bubble, one that. Biographies. Histories. Reality TV had been a godsend, a welcome change from only really being able to watch documentaries and the news. Now she had REAL people to watch for her entertainment.This was not to say, though, that Gretchen had any interest in discovering what was fact or reality for herself. Nancy Drew had seen the end of that side of her. No, she was more than willing to wait until brilliant people like Shirley and Oprah told her what was real. Then she could just accept it and.