Niomi actually hummed as she prepared dinner. She had seen Arora off and now was fixing Hyota's favorite. The thoughts of being able to reason with hi... and explain how her actions were for the best heartened the attractive housewife.The door slid open."My son, come sit. I have prepared your favorite," she said smiling."I have not come for a meal," he said icily."What do you mean? I would think you would be hungry after a day of work in the village." Oh, I AM hungry, but not for food," he. To him, unfettered gratification was associated with degradation. He needed to be owned, limited to edges, ruins, and denials. The wet heat of her tongue seared his sensitive flesh, resurrecting best-buried memories. Fruitless squirming was all the escape he was able to attempt.Hands on his ass, she slowly consumed him, making him slick with each deeper bob. When the knob reached the back of her mouth, she swallowed him into her throat, holding tight as his knees buckled. Inhaling his scent,. So I reached up and pushed them into place. My reward was wonderful kiss—strong lips, rough stubble; a man's kiss—and I felt my knees grow weak. I loved my husband as much as my wife."Let's go check out this bed," he smiled, an arm around each of his pretty wives.There was something I wanted to ask Leah, but Jacob's kiss drove it right out of my mind. I'm sure I'll remember it before too long."Okay, let's," I answered, leaning on my husband's shoulder. I smiled, Leah leaned against his other. Laughing at ourselves, we pass into the lobby and, picking up the room key from the front desk, pass through, up a flight of stairs to room 27. As soon as we pass through the door, the wineglasses are set on the nearest table, and she's in my arms again, her body fitting into mine perfectly, all soft skin and sheer fabric and that entrancing, enticing scent I can never place, but always lets me know: she's here. It lightens my heart, excites and relaxes me all at once. Her lips rise as mine.