Ittasted like Heaven!I found a bottle of matching nail polish, and coated my fingers withthem. I thought of painting my little toenails, but I had alr...ady had mystockings on, and with my luck, I would forget to take it off when I'dgo to the pool! So, to make up for this lack of femininity, I decided toapply some perfume to the usual places - the nape of my neck, behind myknees, behind each ear, and on my right breast. (Why? So that theprefume would make it's way to my heart and pump womanhood. I rolled over, my cock standing at attention."Thinking about you ... us." Oh dear, just when I was going to announce breakfast was ready." She licked her lips as she approached the bed. I took her hand as she got closer, her eyes never leaving my erection."I would hate for breakfast to get cold, and I hate cold coffee ... maybe after breakfast." I teased as I placed her hand on me.Grace shuddered, and said, "I'd hate for it to go to waste." Breakfast?" I asked.She didn't reply as her red lipped. About this time, a band of brigands that had established itself in the Lepini mountains began to be much spoken of. The brigands have never been really extirpated from the neighborhood of Rome. Sometimes a chief is wanted, but when a chief presents himself he rarely has to wait long for a band of followers."The celebrated Cucumetto, pursued in the Abruzzo, driven out of the kingdom of Naples, where he had carried on a regular war, had crossed the Garigliano, like Manfred, and had taken refuge. Yo' girl knows her Kama Sutra. Sweetie, I could keep you squirming for hours like this” she laughed.As more people came in and more couples danced, we sat in silence as the delicious-yet-agonizing sensations continued to build to a boiling crescendo with Helen and everyone else being unaware of my predicament. Sharon leaned over and asked me “Would you like me to stop ?” “N..no.” I whisper-moaned. “Then, beg me. Beg me not to stop” Sharon commanded as she smiled and locked eyes with mine..