This story is going to be disgusting to some people, check the tags. Youve been warned. Written in the perspective of a woman. Are you sure you want t... do this?, Emma said and looked at me. Yes, Ive never been so sure about anything. I need this., I say and lean over to her and give her a kiss. Me and Emma have been together since we both were 14 years old. That would make this weekend our 10th anniversary. We met at a pretty dull party. There were quite a lot of people there, mostly a bit. ” He ran one hand up my back, where I felt his fingers slip across the bra straps under my t-shirt. The other idly rubbed along my thighs. I felt myself moistening.“What would you think about me getting my belly button pierced?” I asked.“What?”“You know, like Missy? What do you think? Would you like that?” I brought my face closer to his ear and whispered, “And my nipples, would you like me to have my nipples pierced?”Jack drew back with a curious look in his eyes. “You’re serious?”“Yup! I’ve. “This young gentleman on the left here is Jack McCoy and I suspect you are here for him. The other gentleman is Dean Miller, Mister McCoy’s security chief and friend.”We all shook hands and even as I watched Neville Taft give me the once over, I was doing the same in reverse!The man was seventy if he was a day, a definite contemporary of Jake Reilly. He was tall, spare and immaculately dressed in a very expensive suit. His hair was as white as snow, though full and perfectly coifed as well. He. We exchange amatuar clips we found on line and then discussed them. It was and activity we both enjoyed. We cherished the few hours our wives would leave the house so we could cam and jerkoff. Once in a blue moon, they would both be out and we could strip and slow stroke our day away. The weather broke and the day we met the temp rose to a wonderful sixty five degrees. We parked, he came to me and we sat exchanging small talk. We were much more relaxed and the conversation went slowly to.