Then Mike surprised her.He began to lick downward. She shivered as his wet tongue traced over her belly button, his lips taking soft nips at her flesh... Her eyes were glazed with, anticipation, her breath coming hotly.Mike moved lower, then she felt his tongue tracing the outline of her cunt hair, swirling across her hips.“Ohhh, you naughty boy,” she giggled. “You’re making mother get hot, awfully hot! You know what will happen if you make mother’s cunt boil, don’t you?”He slid from the couch. Tuesday, Mom called Sylvia and arranged for our dinner party to be Thursday night. We had to hustle and I had to spend some time on the PowerPoint, but we seemed all together.Carol helped get the dinner together. They both wore butt hugging lowrider jeans, heels, and a top that had cleavage and left about four inches of exposed belly. I think Carol may have talked Mom into the jeans but there would be lots of folks trying to talk her out of them. I wanted to feel the bellies. The table looked. A reasonably comfortable distance, if I may say so. I can almost hear Anna's eyes rolling as I tell her this.Now for the fun part: she is then to move backwards (keeping her body straight, of course). For every finger width that she moves back, she will be spared one of the lashes. But! But she has to hold her position for a full five minutes. If she moves even a hairbreadth forward, she has to start over from the 'comfortable' position, or take the full number of lashes.When Anna emerges from. I know Sal was kind about it, but I felt like a fool once I realized she sent me on a wild goose chase. I hate being embarrassed; it’s a huge pet peeve of mine.”Grace took Mac’s hand in hers but said nothing. Sometimes a touch was better than a word when dealing with a damaged soul. She hadn’t thought about how much he was hurting inside to know that Alice was not someone he could trust anymore. She wondered why Alice didn’t consider how her actions would backfire. Then it all became clear.When.