I doesn't bother me at all. In fact-" he stops, looking at me with those gorgeous blue eyes, "I think it's very ... refreshing."I suddenly can't seem ...o breathe. As if he can read my mind, he stands up and walks behind the chaise lounge. I can feel his breath on my neck, as he begins to massage my shoulders. "I think if you just relax, Ms. Regina, you'll find that I'm not as bad as you may think." His hands caress my shoulders through the fabric of my shirt, and I begin to melt under his touch.. He looked at her and said, “Semper Fi.”Karen looked over at her husband and said, “I’m really scared about what’s going on in this country. I could use a little comforting. After we’ve finished bringing in the groceries, can you spend a little time with me?”“You aren’t the only one who needs a little comforting darling. To tell the truth, I’m feeling a little shaky myself.”Karen knew that he was saying that to make her feel better. He’d hold her all day and night if that was what it took to. Seema,was now writhing her ass on top of his face, loving the feeling of her husband’stongue inside and around her asshole, as she continued to lick up and down hisshaft and then around the tip, darting her tongue over the sensitive pisshole.After a moment, she took the entire head in her mouth and sucked on it hard,and then, ever so slowly, took in more and more of the shaft into her mouth,until finally she was deep throating it, a technique she had perfected over theyears.Withher mouth full. Her appraising eyes raked over him from head to toe. She smirked naughtily."Monsieur Destler, I do believe your trousers appear over-burdened. I am not causing you any undue distress, am I?"Her voice turned low and velvety smooth, almost a purr that caused the hairs to stand up on the back of Erik's neck. Running her tongue along her bottom lip, Christine's hand darted out. Before Erik could give voice to his protest, her deft fingers dipped to the waistband of his trousers and she pulled the.