I kissed her neck, drawing my tongue around her adam’s apple as I moved from side to side, kissing her earlobes and the tip of her (cute as hell) no...e. I moved lower kissing her shoulders and collar bone moving towards her large, firm breasts. She placed a hand under each of her boobs and lifted them up as if offering them to me and I pounced. I began to lick and suck her nipples with a fervor that I’d never had before knowing that the ultimate goal of this was to sink my shaft into her. "Oh, no," Brock answered, kissing Meredith's head again and pulling apart from her. "I'm not going to play matchmaker. I'm willing to vet anyone she finds on her own but outside of that, I'm out." So did you decide about going to see Chastity?" Meredith inquired."Is that something you really want to do?" Brock asked back."It sounds better than spending a night doing nothing in Cleveland," Meredith answered. Brock had to agree that, when compared to Los Angeles, Cleveland's entertainment options. I could hear her humming or purring, like a cat that is enjoying being caressed.I grabbed the book from the nearby couch, placed it next to where I was doing my work, and opened to the next chapter. It was entitled "Anal Sex". I read aloud to myself knowing that she could hear me. The book talked about gradually stretching the anus first to prevent any tearing. I got the rubber dildo from the accompanying package and rinsed it off in the sink. It was sort of a one finger glove, of conical. She had never heard of deep-throating, and he saw no real reason to inform her: what she managed already was quite enough for him. When she was satisfied with his lubrication, she fastened her lips around his head and began to suck, using her hand to stroke up and down. They had discovered, quickly, that this was the most efficient way to get him off—a useful discovery, considering his stamina or sometimes-disappointing lack thereof—and evidently that was what she had in mind. Jon was groaning.