" "Because, uhm.." There was a short pause and it was shortly interrupted by him. "Well?" "Well, because.." She held another short pause. "Well, I did...'t get my cookie." She was awfully quite fond of cookies. The sugar cookie, to be exact. He took a great big sigh of relief, having made her some sugar cookies the afternoon earlier. He walked over to the fridge and took out one of the largest cookies she's ever seen. He came back over and stood back where he was. Handing it over to her, he. I see him blush too and with a gentleman smile he answers: „It’s an honour that you ask me to do so. I am not sure that I can manage that you will enjoy it. But ok, let‘s try“. I kiss him again with all passion I am able to. I massage his whole body ending at his dick. It is erected by my first touch and stands like the Eiffel-Tower. „What next?“, he asks. „Make my anus a little slippery with some spit, please“. He does and first tries the entry with one finger. He has no problem to get in.. The trim would take the longest. My friend never seemed happier than when she was covering those whitewalls with the vivid pink. I smiled at her as I watched her work. By oneo'clock we finished with the main painting. The color contrasts betweenthe walls and the ceiling and trim were shocking. If nothing else, thisroom made a statement. "Why don't we take a break and then get started on the trim?" "You're quite the little slave driver aren't you Joan?" she teased.We took turns at the kitchen. His tongue darts across my clit, my inner lips, and back to my inner thigh. I am dancing on his tongue, twisting and turning, completely and utterly breathless. “Stewart.” I manage to moan out his name. My voice is high pitched and strained. I was so close but I needed more. “You taste delicious.” He growls into my ear, slipping a finger into my slit. My hands fling to my sides looking for anything to hold onto. I was slipping so far into the abyss of pleasure, I needed anything, something as.