” A smile grew from ear to ear as she looked at me. It appeared as if she was anxious to start again. I could it in her eyes. She reached out and pu...led my hand. She told me “My body is all yours Marcus. Whenever you want me, okay?” Her voice drew me in. She sounded soooo playful and naughty I thought. She had me wanting her all over again. I started to undo my clothes again. Lucy almost had me. I could feel her soft, young, and sensuous skin crawling all over my body. I even felt it down in my. .”“We’ve had a few,” Cindy said. “Every one’s been memorable. This one’s gonna be a bit different. The couple’s Jewish and we thought it good to get their synagogue involved.”“What do we wear?”“I feel safe in telling you to dress for a wedding.”“I’ll wear MY wedding dress. It’s identical to the one Deena wore to our wedding. We swear we didn’t compare notes. Just turned out that way.”“That’ll work,” Cindy said. “I guess y’all will make hotel reservations?”“Yep. We’ll do that.”“Unless Deena. Only you can see me, on my back, and my hand moving down my rounded tummy, and playing with the lace along the top of my knickers.I slide a fingertip into the band, and close my eyes. I wish it was your fingertip. I wonder how it would feel for your cock to be slipping in, feeling the soft lace, and throbbing hot against my smooth skin. But it's not time for your cock just yet. Perhaps later...Fingers. Probing, teasing, wriggling down, past the lace band, they push down to the top of my. As soon as that was done, she would send a text to him and he would happen to come by the house and Seth would run off. Jordan agreed that not having to fuck him would be ideal, and even President Clinton said a blow job was not sex.The next day Jordan called over to the auto shop and told Seth to come by her house at 7o'clock for his "date." That evening Seth was more nervous than he was ever before. He was taking deep breaths as he stood in front of Jordan's front door poised to ring the door.