Then Adam reached for my shirt and slid it off my body. As soon as he had it off he started to kiss my chest. I couldn’t believe this was happening.... He continued to work his way down toward my dick. Then he reached for my belt slowly undid it and slid off my pants. The five inch bulge in my underwear begged to be let loose but I made it stay where it was a moment longer, it was my turn. As I took his shirt off I lightly kissed his nipples and ran my hand down to his pants. I then slid my hands. I cried out as the last of my orgasm faded and the tendrils withdrew themselves from me. The two tentacles traveled back to the bathroom and I assumed through the mirror. Once the shaking in my body stopped I laid myself on my husband's sweaty chest. Both of us gasping for breath and trying to recover. After a few minutes, we composed ourselves and looked at each other. We both broke out laughing at the same time and passionately kissed. I suggested we take a shower to clean ourselves. "No, silly. It cleans your pallet." Katrina explained. "Makes your taste buds fresh so that you can really taste anything that you eat after it." Does it make shit taste better?" Gretchen asked."No. It just makes it stronger." she replied in a matter of fact voice. "I'll show you what I mean."Katrina dished each of them a bowl of sherbet and had them eat it. Then she had them each eat a piece of onion."Wow!" Gretchin said. "It really does make it taste much stronger." So why go through all this. I am simply paying tribute.’ The glare was back. ‘That’s a preposterous statement.’ ‘Yes indeed. I’m inclined to make them almost at will. Listen Gina, just don’t be too hasty to judge me. I’m not all bad.’ ‘Careful, you might scare me away,’ she almost smiled. ‘Well said. I’ll attempt to be careful but may need your tolerance.’ As they entered the café the blonde with azure eyes and a fairly wide beam said, ‘You are exceedingly quick and incisive with repartee.’ ‘Thank you. Diverting from.