Scott lit a kerosene lamp and they sat and talked as they finished the wine. Scott marvelled at Angie's beauty in the pale yellow light of the lamp. A... he gazed at her he could see the lamp's flame reflected in her eyes. He reached and caressed her face with the back of his hand, afraid to touch her beauty with his rough, callused palms. They sat and stared at each other as a full moon rose. Their faces moved closer and closer until finally their lips met. The kiss started out as a light. .the boxes we got from the storage unit yesterday, were stacked in the one corner.She lifted one of the boxes from the pile ...opened it ...out came this weird looking machine ...a black half barrel saddle shaped device ...with a place for different vibrating attachments ...she mounted a stiff rubber oval egg shaped vibrator, attached to a ridged rubber plate ...it had a wired controller to set the vibration intensity and you could twirl the penis egg round ... a sex machine, called a. Having your taste makes me want it even more. Just let go, don't worry about where I want it, I will put you where I want you. I just want your cum, either on my face, in my mouth, or on my body. Just let go and let me decide what to do with it!" Oh, the joy that statement brings me! My cock twitches and starts growing down my leg. You reach out to stroke it, lick your lips and give me a deep kiss. You make sure I can taste myself on your tongue as you kiss me and it's so HOT! You dance away as. "Are you going to ask me on a second date or not?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of displeasure."I am," I said, without even thinking about it.There was a long silence, while she stared into my eyes. Finally she spoke."Well go ahead then." What? Oh. I'd like to see you again," I said."And when might that be?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes at me."Tomorrow, please!" piped Timothy, who was standing beside us, staring up at us both. We had been so intent on each other, neither of us.