.” he croons softly, and my bra falls off my 32 C tits, softly falling to rest on my chest. He cups one in his hand, rolls it around and lightly mas...ages my nipple. I moan involuntarily and immediately clap my hand over my mouth, not knowing what I did. He smiles and nods in reassurance, quiet. I let him continue. His hands feel so good against my warm skin. Never letting his eyes leave mine, he lowers his head until his mouth is over my right nipple, and licks it with the very tip of his. I leaned back out of it and asked if he wanted me to take off his clothes. He nodded and I leaned in for another kiss as I pulled his shirt up. I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans and he assisted me in getting them off. Now came the part I wasn’t quite yet sure about. I helped him out of his boxers then cautiously took him in my hand and started rubbing. I flipped my hair to the side and slid my lips over his head. He swelled to size inside of my mouth, and he was a sweetheart and. It was so real that I woke up happy. You see the results in the coffee pot, and will soon see results on your plate. I also cooked some Gionelli breakfast sausage to go with the French toast.’ I must have had a very strange look on my face. ‘What’s wrong Jim? Did I say something I shouldn’t have?’ ‘No, not really. It’s just that your dream and the dreams I had are exceedingly similar. By the way, I vaguely remember you getting into bed saying something about lightning. Did you sleep in my bed. " Mistress Martine walked behind Sonya and picked up the shears from the kitchentable and smiled. She reached and pulled up a long lock of blonde hair andcut, leaving about two inches of hair behind. Sonya gasped in horror. "What are you doing?" she cried out. Mistress Martine reached around Sonya and slapped her hard on her face. "Shutup girl. Don't make me tell you again." Mistress Martine grabbed anotherlock of hair and cut it a bit shorter this time. One lock at a time, MistressMartine.