Over lapping his legs, careful not to touch him, I bend my head down to meet his manhood. My tongue giving little laps of saliva on his balls first, m...ving my way up slowly to his shaft, my tongue at work, softly almost shyly. I didn’t want him to wake just yet. My tongue continued its exploration of his cock, my lips meeting the tip of his cock, which was now growing under my tongue. I love that feeling of a cock getting hard from my working tongue. I closed my mouth around the tip of his cock. He saw a look of sadness in her face. She looked down, nervously and then shook her head.“No, I’m not angry.” That was all she said on the matter. “So, what are you up to? Any plans?”“Yeah, kind of. I’ve never been up to Rockefeller Center at Christmas, you know, to see the tree and the skaters. And I’ve never been inside St. Patrick’s. I thought maybe I’d go and check them out.”“I’ve never been to them either. But why St. Pat’s? You never struck me as the religious type, at least you didn’t. I hope you like it. As always, please leave comments and/or vote. Thanks! — I stood still in the darkness, but I knew he could see me. My wine red dress went mostly unseen in the shadows, but my skin glowed in the beams of moonlight. My breath catches in my throat, my heart pounds vigorously against my ribs. I sense him behind me, watching me. A light spring breeze cools my heated skin, and liquid fire jolted through my veins like an electrical current. After composing my features, I whirled to. He responded by tightening his grip around her and they both settled back and fell silent and both seemed absorbed in listening to the music. After they had been driving for a few minutes she asked, “Where are we going? I thought we were going to go to Patrick’s party?” “We’ll be going back to the party after a while, but nothing will be starting for an hour or two, and rather than hang around all those people I thought we might enjoy the quiet night or maybe going for swim.” Camille gave him.