. turned mean.The tongue-as it slaps the bait... with brutality, Gives feeling of wet waves, oh! testing my sensuality,Ripe fruits, as they hang from ...he tree so meaty, The stem thick and meat getting greasy, Holds down the fruit and tastes eternity, For this juice is all thats required for serenity.Hand to hand, tongue to tongueSkin on skin, eye to eye, Contact of all makes you think why... why are we apart?Eve:This devil ain't meanOnly very keenTo test this Adam's sensualityWords he might use. He moves one hand up to her breasts and starts to squeeze them one at a time, pinching and rolling her hard little buds between his fingers. I know she must be getting wet again and I can hear her panting but he’s still holding off, preferring to feel her swollen wet labia against his thick cock. Her pants are turning to moans now and I hear her telling him ‘come on, I want you in me. You can feel how wet I am. I want that big black cock inside me now. Please, fuck me! I want you in me,. As we looked at each other, I saw raw lust in her eyes. She poised herself over the tip of my cock, held it in position and slowly slid down to take the shaft fully inside. “You are so unbelievably tight Baby,” was all I could exclaim. She was pushing herself up and down and soon we got into a wonderful rhythm. “Oh Sumit, you feel so good inside me,” Mala said. She would be sitting straight for a while letting me caress her lovely breasts and then she would lean on me so that I could suck her. Day-Sea places the bottle on the kitchen counter together with the two glasses and pours up wine for the both of us. “Cheers to you Eric, you’ve really done a fantastic job,” she saysas she touches my glass with her own. I raise my glass and take a drink. I enjoyed the taste, at least compared to the scotch I drank at Mr. Wayland’s house. We drank and talked for an hour or so. We laughed and told fun stories about our lives. I began to understand the wine was talking when Mrs. Day-Sea began.