This time, it was a groan. She held my cheeks in her hands and pulled me to her, then slid her hands over my shoulders and around my neck. The release...was slower, more lingering this time. “Do you always kiss like that?” she asked, sounding breathless. “I guess.” “Well, you kiss me like that all the time and I’m in love with you by next Tuesday.” I leaned in to kiss her again. This time our tongues tangled and battle against each other. I couldn’t get enough of her. At the same time I could. I also suddenly felt sexier under their joint scrutiny. Yes they were both ogling me.I had their attention alright as I got closer to them, you know the personal zone where they couldn’t really get angry with a fetching woman, just go ‘male gaga’ , and give in and only later scratch their heads and groin and realise how feminine wiles had got the better of them. Well that was the plan. Problem was my approach was too kick-arse raunchy and it ended up being my arse on the line.“Oh please forgive. Her left hand was clutching that magnificent organ, simply stroking it (ohmygodthisthingishuge!!!) as it responded to her touch.Working her tongue and lips down Mac's twitching lower belly, Vicky discovered with her lips what her hands already knew – he didn't have any hair down there, and vaguely wondered how he kept himself shaved. After all, his face was prickly and his chest was hairy – why weren't his balls? She didn't know that Lisa kept her life-mate groomed with her Phoenix fire.She. , “ she said breathlessly after breaking the kiss. “That was amazing!”“Well, I hope there is more ‘amazing’ to come,” I whispered, running my hand along the side of her beautiful body, before moving over to the sofa, as Mom had requested ... my hard cock proudly swayed side to side with each step.Behind me, I heard Dad ask, “Mind if I enjoy a little dessert now, Mable?”“Well, she’s probably a little sensitive, Mr. Evans ... Erika, are you feeling up to it?”“If you can make me feel any better.