Aunty then asked me "what nonsense you did to her in the hotel?". I was a bit shocked and said "nothing". Aunty said "don't lie — she scratched you ...ith her fingernails — you could not bear the pain and rubbed your hand - I noticed it - what for she did it?". I kept mum and aunty said "I don't like your behavior with that girl — stop doing nonsense with her". I grinned and said "okay".Later while we were lying near each other to sleep aunty asked me "tell me what you did to her in the hotel". A. I never see them again. That's how these things always seem to go. Up until now, anyway." Oh," said Dawn, "you wouldn't believe how furious my husband was. He called me a slut, a whore, a tramp, a piece of garbage, and everything else. There's no going back." I'm actually glad for that," said Guy."Me too," she said as she kissed him again. "So I'm yours if you want me." Oh, I want you," he said. "But you must be tired after that long drive. I know I still am though I've been home for a few. Grabbing her around the waist he pulled her towards him. “It must be time for the real reason for my visit this morning, my Christmas kiss!” The more she wriggled in his arms the tighter her held her and eventually his lips locked onto hers and his hot tongue forced its way into her mouth, stifling her protestations into muffled groans as she realised that he was just too strong to resist. Sensing her relaxing he pulled back, both of them gulping air. Her struggle had pulled her gown to one. I rub it along the length of your soft lips letting its sweet juices dripple onto them. You open you mouth inviting me to feed it to you and I oblige. Slowly chewing on the soft sweet fruit you focus on its taste and texture. It has obviously been sliced into a smaller piece making it easier for you. When you are finished I bend down and lick your lips clean before pressing them with a kiss from the side. Roaming towards your breasts with light kisses I remove more one of the other objects from.