She began to give him a series of frantic short kisses beginning with his eyelids. Then she kissed the rest of his face and down to his chest. She bit...lightly on his nipples, getting a sudden intake of breath from him in response.She then worked her way down his chest and by-passed his groin. She moved instead directly to his right thigh. She licked and kissed it and then matched those actions on his left thigh. She placed her left hand on his cock and gently pressed it up toward his stomach as. "I met her blue eyes and eased a little influence over her. It was very simple. "That doesn't bother you, does it?"Cindy relaxed and smiled. "Oh, no, of course not. I was just surprised."Shirley stepped into the room then. "Hi, John. Welcome to our place. Dinner is almost ready."The apartment was small but neat, furnished with pale blond wood and area rugs -- fashions by Ikea. We ate in the kitchen. The food was what you might expect from a phys ed teacher and a physical therapist: a spinach. The finger slid out of her. “Claude Monet…two fundamentally different things, bitch..” Two other fingers slipped into her pussy. She sucked air in through her teeth. The whole situation and, yes, his rough treatment, had made her dripping wet. He let go of the grip he had on the chain and opened the fridge. Took out what looked like some butter and knocked over a half empty milk carton, ignoring the fact that the milk spilled out on the kitchen floor. Then his fingers went from her pussy to her. Her lacy black bra and thong were beautiful on her tan skin. Her breasts filled the bra with the threat of overflowing and spilling out.She smiled as Marcus took her hand again and twirled her in front of me. My hard dick was leaking precum, and I knew I had the beginnings of a wet spot on my slacks. The sight of her ass didn't help. Her cheeks were perfectly round, and I desperately wished to see where the strip of material disappeared to between them.As she completed her turn, I could see.