They kissed, softly, not wanting their relationship to be only based on passion and then stepped under the warm flow of the shower together. He grabbe... the bottle of shampoo and started with her hair. He rubbed the cold liquid into her hair until it foamed up and then began a gentle Indian head massage, one of the skills he had picked up on his year out. He gently pushed her hair backwards and slowly washed out the foam, being careful now to get any of it in her eyes. He began softly kissing. I had got a quick shower to wash off the days grime. I had on a pair of boxers and was getting a cold beer when I heard her pull into the garage. I grabbed her one too and went to meet her at the kitchen door. She came in looking tired, I handed her the opened beer. And asked how her day went? She tossed her purse on the couch and took a sip of the cold drink. Well today worked out just as you wanted it to . she leaned back on the kitchen counter top. Her legs together, she took another sip. "Oh yeah lover I'm rubbing it for you, I want to feel you in me," Slow down, honey, slow down let me see...oh you are tiny, tiny, I think I would hurt you if I "Could you rub your dick on my clittie button, right here/? It's okay. I won't make you fuck me..."I wanted to use that strategy to get him to get so close to my pussy that he would give in and get his fat one right up me. I've had so much sex and so many lovers, but I don't remember ever feeling quite like that againGetting fucked was. I purred out, a long groan, ground a little into him. I could feel his own arousal press against my sex. My mind is consumed with his lips touching me, his teeth on my skin, the pull of his mouth on my throat. The movement of the elevator faded to background, I don't notice it stop nor hear the lift ding.I am oblivious to anything else. Not until I heard a man clear his throat. Derek and I both looked at the same time and I recognized the same couple as before. I gave them a sheepish smile and.