After a moment or two we looked at each other and he said, "I'd love to go again, but I don't think I can manage it for a little while yet. Shall we j...st sleep a bit?" I smiled and nodded, then felt him starting to move away. "Is it OK if I leave you here for the time being?" he said, "I think we'll sleep better if I do that." I could have hugged him because that was exactly the way I felt myself! We kissed, and I told him to hurry back in the morning, and we would resume. So, at seven o'clock,. We had been lying together in the bed. Earlier, Alice, still completely, regally nude, had retreated downstairs and had come back with glasses of red wine."Am I tired? You're the one who should be tired," she said."What? From a little oral sex?" From a cross-country flight, and nine days on the road. And oral sex!" I'm bone-tired," I admitted. "But not sleepy." Are we going to... do it?"I brought her already-close body even tighter against my chest. "I won't be at my best," I said. "For your. He got aroused quickly but stopped me before getting him too much. He pushed me off and had me get off the bed. He moved behind me and I bent over the edge of the bed. He rubbed himself up between my cheeks. I put my head into the bed and spread my ass. He guided his tip inside me. I let go and braced myself against to bed. He took his time slowly pushing deeper. It was difficult and painful with no lube. His very slow pace wasn't helping. I groaned "Fuck me hard!" It was more out of. Was this my Squoots?‘. . . lina oggi . . . Cerruti . . . Trussardi . . . Fendi . . . Schiaparelli . . .’Damn. I was losing her.Scrapping the oils, I began nibbling behind her knee, a sniff, a lick, a kiss . . . moving around to her thigh, licking and kissing my way across the tender whiteness toward the great furrier reef . . . it was within a tongue’s reach!‘. . . Ferragamo . . . Missoni . . . Pucci . . . Frissell . . . Capucci . . .’God! I was losing her.Caution to the winds, I hurled.