"Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Peter literally jumped off the bed and landed on his feet. The door opened as Jennifer sat up and looked as ...nnocent as possible."I brought some drinks up," Sally said as she opened the door and entered. "Is iced tea okay for you, Jenny?" Sure, Mrs. White," Jennifer replied. "That's great."Glancing at the rumpled bed sheets, Sally winked and said to the pair, "You might want to lock the door in the future if it's not a good time."Peter's and Jennifer's. In fact, I have done all of that more times than you could count for the rest of your life.What I can’t do… That is something neither I nor the one writing me could answer… this lovely writer seems dedicated to keep writing my perfection beyond limits to his uttermost potential, let’s hope for the good of all of you, that he does not stop, maybe that could make me a bit mad you know?What will I do? Welp little mortal bug, that’s what’s so great, here on this very story I will guide you, and. . please Sylar . . . uhhh . . .’ I managed to mumble words in moans. ‘Umm . . . say it. Tell me that you want it.’ He groaned and stopped his fingers all together. I was panting, I couldn’t get my words past my lips. He kissed me hard, pressing his fingers against the walls of my tight wet passage and growled out, ‘Say it!’ Moaning, I stuttered out, ‘Please take me higher . . .’ I paused to lick my lips, wanting to say it. ‘Make me cum.’ Groaning he piston his fingers in and out of me, making. It needed to be seemed clean, romantic and erotic.I applied good room freshener. it is my personal experience that the smell always helps to create a sensitive environment and it is a well-known fact that women love the smell of the perspiration of the armpits of man. It may sound filthy but it gives a different kind of intoxication.Friends let us see what the daddy daughter did on their date.I just drove the car. It wasn’t decided where to go. so initially I thought to go for a long drive. I.