’ Mimicking her comment I chuckled, ‘I think I would like that.’ She crawled over and kissed me, paying no attention to the wetness from her pus...y on my face, her upper torso across my chest, her breasts like soft melons, trying to bore holes into me. This time she was first to offer her tongue. I accepted and tried to do to it what I had done to her clitoris, sucking on it in the same way. Without our mouths losing contact, she put her left leg over my lap and slid backward until her bottom. There was anticipation, too. The anticipation of a little boy with big clever plans. Would it work? Would she follow the instructions? Or would she suspect something? In matters of intuition, Myriam had always been the cleverer one of us. She might smell a rat. But why would she? Wasn't this just a job for her? Pubic Relations? I shuddered at the awful word play. Disgusting. I chased the grin off my face.No doubt revenge was part of my motives. The need for closure, too. But I loved to tell. His wife Sarah was a seamstress who loved to sew pretty dresses, and was more than delighted to have one more willing and appreciative model to wear her designs. Ken never ventured from home dressed 'en femme' for fear of running into his real family, but Sandra did, and with relish. He was so flamboyant that he could carry off any outfit that Sarah devised. How he could be so honestly oblivious to the curious stares around him was a source of inspiration to Ken, who had lived his life fairly. I feel you leaning back away from me. I start to sit up and see you standing, unbuttoning your own shorts and hurriedly pushing them off you. I smile at your eagerness and at the hard cock that has been released. You stop the spread of my smiling by lowering yourself on me, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. I can feel your hot, hard cock against my thigh. I move my leg so that I can wrap both of them around your waist, twisting to pull your cock closer to my pussy. You reach between our.