I wasn't sure what I was expecting when I went in. Renée stood there and held her hand out for me. I took it and we followed Michael. He looked shock...d that Renée got in. I thought it was something that could wait for us to discuss later.The room looked like a roomy office space, waiting for cubicle walls, desks and the like to break it up. However, there were three tables in the room. The head table had five people sitting at it. From the memories Michael had shared with me I recognized the. Looking to his arms, he could see little rivers of moisture from the two pussies trickling down passed his elbows, making their was along his upper arms. Some had not made it that far, rolling to the edge, and then down and under before drip dripping to the floor. He wondered what they would each taste like, and if they would differ in flavour. He fisted harder hoping to make the nearest trickle move faster and closer, as he wanted to lick it from his arm. His love of oral had given him a love. ”“Yeah, about that...” I began, hearing my voice fail.“C'mon, Jackson, don't be a party pooper,” she replied.“I have, uh, a little something over lunch and, uh, I just don't know yet...” I paused, looking for words to continue beating around the bush out of fear. Fear for what? To get Emily jealous? It was just as pathetic as it sounds. “...how long it, uh, will take, you know, and, uh—”“Jackson,” she cut me short like an inquisitive mother. “Will you fill me in with your plans? I'm your. She wanted him, too. But she could ill afford to be distracted. Still…“Isabella,” he said softly, “let me lie with you tonight. Let me show you how much I want you and need you.”She noticed he spoke of want and need, but not of love. She sighed. Still, she had denied herself this bodily pleasure for several lifetimes now. Wasn’t it time that she allowed herself to experience what it felt like to be desired by a man?“Yes,” she agreed quietly. “Please stay with me, Liam.”He kissed her boldly, his.