.and another. I remember soft lips on mine, a grasping hand inside my trousers, my back arched against a passage wall as my cock exploded down a hung...y woman's throat. I remember tasting only faintly my semen on her breath as opposed to its full bodied texture on my tongue before swallowing. And then I was alone, drunk, disheveled, and unmistakable defiled. I straightened myself up in the men's room. Washed my face. Tucked my shirt. Combed my finger furrowed hair. And made my way, one. I’ve never tasted a woman so sweet as you do; I travel my finger back down your body to your cunt and circle your clit with more pressure than before, your hips buck wildly so I wrap my free arm around your waist and hold you close as I carry on circling your clit.You turn your head and bite at my ear lobe as I apply a bit more pressure directly onto your clit, rolling the bud underneath my fingers whilst you moan into my ear and scratch at my scalp and arm.As I carry on moving my fingers over. ComCopyright 2000 It was five of two when Greg woke up and blearily glanced over at the clock. 'Should I wake her? Or, should I wait?' he asked of himself. A minute later, hearing the gurgling cries of their newborn beginning to issue out of the baby monitor that sat alongside of the digital alarm clock, Greg realized that the decision was taken completely out of his hands. "Grace!" he softly intoned as he reached over and gentle nudged his wife's arm. "I'm sorry to have to be the one to have. “Helen? Any questions from you?”Helen smiled. “I haven’t really made plans to be involved with Westbrook, except Danny Westbrook. Right now, I’m not affected by those changes you outlined. I’d offer my help, but then, who needs a college senior for advice? Of course, what Danny does next year will affect me, but we’ll discuss that among us.”“Fair enough,” Tyler nodded. “I hope you didn’t lose your appetites because I think Mrs. Atwood has our dinner ready. Shall we?”They relocated to the dining.