Since I had taken the scoop from the bottom of the bowl, some of it were melted and was dripping through my hands to the wrist. When I was half way do...e with my wiping she suddenly grabbed my hand again.S : there isn’t any left on that finger deeps..D : here..I could see her dove eyes were locked in on my wrist, she came forward for this, parted her cute little lips wide open and went for my wrist. It felt like a vampire seeking to suck the love blood out of me. She locked her jaws on either. He smiled gratefully. "That sounds like a sound idea, but while you shower and get dressed I will make a start on coffee and breakfast."She grinned playfully. "Now that is a really good idea!"He was just buttering some toast, and the coffee was brewing happily, when Iris stepped into her kitchen, looking neat and tidy, and as fresh as a daisy.She smiled across at him, as she sat down at her breakfast bar."I could so get used to this," she murmured happily as he placed a plate of toast on the. Envoi Melissa wriggled her toes in the warm sand. Wearing a clinging, one-piece white bathing suit, she was lying under a beach umbrella gazing out at a sea so smoothly blue it could only be the Mediterranean. It was mid-morning and the sun was just pleasantly warm. There was a glass of iced Pernod on a small table by Melissa’s side. Far out to sea, there was a wake of white foam. That was Quentin - her husband Quentin - on water-skies. That was all part of his plan for slimming down. Melissa. I remember thinking I would never share a wife like this, but then again I had never been with the same woman for longer than two years. I was delighted to see his cock looked slightly smaller than mine, as he guided it into her mouth. Apparently, he had decided to do more than just watch. No time was better than the present to finally fuck this amazing looking woman. I slid into her, and she felt amazing. Tight, warm, and very wet, I couldn’t believe how lucky I had gotten. There would be.