"Nope," the Lion moaned. "Now here you come, and..." he licked his lips. "Young lady, do you have to sit like that? Are you just teasing me?"Dorothy g...anced down, and realized that she was exposed. "Not intentionally," she said, tugging her skirt over her knees and pulling it down to cover her exposed groin."Why did you spoil the beaver shot?" the Tin Man complained.The Lion moaned. "It's just that... that..." He's a horny lion," the Scarecrow grinned.The Lion nodded."Why didn't you say so?". “Sex?”You’d have thought they were triplets. All three of them said it at exactly the same time. It was almost three part harmony.I looked at Jill, and felt my face take on what I knew was a pleading look.“Don’t look at me,” said my life mate ... the woman I adored ... the mother of the very interested children at the table. “You got yourself into this. I can’t wait to see how you try to get out.”She wasn’t exactly on the Santa bandwagon, and hadn’t been for years. She was much too pragmatic.I. “You’re the best,” comes your reply. You roll on top of me, your kiss long, slow and lazy... your tongue teasing mine. You kiss across my chin and down my neck, working your kisses up the back of my neck and behind my ear, where you trace your tongue softly, making me moan and arch my back. My chest is pressing against you. You take this opportunity to dip your head and gently tease my nipples with your tongue, swapping between the two. Your hand dips in-between my legs, teasing me. Your. She was a bubbly blond with large breasts, for her size. She was like putty in Joe's hands and she had told us about some pretty wild sex the two of them had had. Joe was a very handsome man of about 30, with chiseled good looks and deep blue eyes that nearly made me melt every time he looked at me. One day I was feeling pretty down on my life and especially my husband. We had just celebrated our one year anniversary and he came home from work late, didn't have a gift for me and went to bed.