Page moans and catches his head with her hands, pulling him against her. Zayne laps at the increasing flow of her juices.“That’s it ... right ther...,” she moans, her fingers clutching at his hair. “Please don’t stop, mmhm, please...”He presses his thumb to her clit, and immediately gets a reaction. Page starts moving her hips against the thumb. Her breathing becomes short and her cries grow louder. Zayne’s face is washed by a fresh torrent of her juices as she climaxes. Her ass lifts from the. I thought that it was wrong, but now ... I would love to take you up on it someday, if you ever want it."Still ... I belong to Jane now. She's my lover, my mistress, my true soulmate. I loved your father, still do, but ... well, he's dead and I have changed too much to be the same woman that he married, even if he still wanted that girl. I wronged him, anyway. I wish that he was still alive, that he would show up, so I could beg his forgiveness, not only for being so rotten to him, but also for. During our sex research, we'd read about some relationships going south. Some of those revealed couples blamed their experimentation for the failure of their relationships. The experimentation brought to light vast sexual differences within the couple. Then again, others seem to suffer no negative consequences, having gone past experimentation to lifelong alternate lifestyles. What easily breaks some marriages leaves others without a scratch. I guess I will do the only thing I feel is right. I. And not any of mine, please." He chuckled.Holmes looked around the smoky room, found the face he wanted and drained the glass without tasting the liquor. He crossed the room, nodding to several men he knew. "George," he said happily as he pulled out a chair, flipped aside his coattails and sat, pulling down his waistcoat and adjusting the looped chain that flopped across his belly. The man on the other side of the table glared at him, slurping down another oyster."Mac," he said gruffly..