The thing that captured her the most though was her lips. The most sensual lips that she had ever seen moved softly as she watched. It only took a sho...t time for her to become completely mezmerised by them. She continued to watch as in turn the lips were pursed seriously, then again as they stretched into a smile, outlined in pale pink, her make-up natural, her hair as elegant as her dress, captured and held, leaving tiny whisps around the nape of her neck, small curls daring fingers to twirl. I was hungry for her and my tongue kept dancing with hers and tasted her saliva and it was mixing well with mine. It was better than honey. And a thought came to be. I wanted to taste very lips. I softly stopped sucking on her tongue and ran the tip of my tongue along her lips. Could taste her lip gloss and didn’t really enjoy it. I took a short break and wiped it off from her lips with my hands. She got confused, “You didn’t like?” she asked. I simply replied, “I want ‘your’ taste”. “Then come. But she knew Dave wasn’t the most reliable plumber or anything into the repair business, and then she only could fear the worst…***At least three hours went, where Casey took the time to go to the mall, put the clothes on the washing machine, watch TV and do other stuff. Meanwhile, Jeff and Dave took care of the business they were meant to at the kitchen. Will they fix the sink without trouble?“Dave, are you still in the kitchen? It’s been… OH MY GOD!”“TA-DA! There it is, your kitchen sink. My feelings for him had grown and I knew even then it would be a wrench for me to return home and go back to my former life. He seemed to have feelings for me too but only let them slip in unguarded moments when we’d made love, rather than fucked, and were cuddling each other.College was a mixed blessing. Maths and science were relatively easy for me but Comaran history was very complex with invasions from many countries, which, in turn, made the Comaran language a mix of many, and thus led to.