That mischievous grin was back and she had a glint in her eye as she got between my legs and gripped the base of my cock. Putting her full lips millim...ters from the head of my cock. she blew softly on it. I lifted my head so I could see and she carefully kissed me everywhere but my cock. I was in very worked up and I had to lace my fingers together to stop myself from pounding the bed in frustration from her teasing. “Are you my dirty boy?” “Yes Mistress.”She rewarded me by flicking. It was too dark for ashley to see exactly what was wrong with her legs, but she could tell that a large dark shape was laid ontop of them. Her semi-paralysis made it difficult to tell what texture the mass held but she thought it was slimy and warm. Amazingly warm. Like having her legs in a hot tub. The mass continued to move up her body. With her left arm, she tried to push it away and heard a squeak that made her wince in disgust. Realizing that the thing on her leg was alive, she began to. Finally, the weekend vacation where we would find just how compatible we were was upon us. We booked a long weekend at a resort and boarded our respective flights. We met just before dinner, and couldn't keep our hands to ourselves the whole time. The night out ended early as we NEEDED to get to our room. We kissed deeply as the huge bathtub filled, and we popped open a bottle of champagne as we slipped into the tub. We soaped our bodies up and kissed almost painfully hard as we searched each. She knows it's wrong. She knows it's a no, no, no with an intensity that burns her crumbling hands and quickens the wine inside her. Oh, she knows too that she feels an arousal like never before. Not even the hazy visions of her first years with Michael come close. This man - this black haired boy with twinkling blue eyes makes her feel twelve years younger; he makes her laugh, blush and twitter like a twelve year old. He makes her want to pout her mouth and tease him for a kiss. He makes her.