I layed there freezing, wet, nipples erect, goose bumps all over but not about to change a thing. There was something erotic about being as cold as I ...as for some reason. Perhaps the reason was he was clearly aware of how cold I was, and had decided to leave me that way. Before long, he stood up, walked to the foot of our bed and pulled me to the edge. On his knees, he began to lick me like a cat. long thick hungry strokes of his tongue from my ass to my clit over and over. I felt so good. ‘I’m not going to touch her. I’m going to be a professional, and by the time this book is finished she’ll be out of my system completely!’ There was a knock at the door, startling Alex out of his temper. Checking to make sure nothing was going to burn in his absence, he walked to the front door and looked through the peephole. ‘Devon,’ he said as he swung the door open. ‘What are you doing here?’ Devon Whitcomb, a blond haired, blue eyed pretty boy, brushed past Alex, tossing his suit jacket on. Yes." Yeah. I need one too." If you'd like, I'll make some breakfast while you're in the tub?" Okay, thanks."When Cian finished his bath, Eithne was in the kitchen. He went into the bedroom and got dressed in a pair of jeans and a blue tee shirt.When he entered the kitchen, Eithne was there with her hair combed in its usual way and wearing jeans and a dark blue sweatshirt, making pancakes. "I found some pancake mix in the cabinet," she said.Eithne poured them two glasses of orange juice and. It was too much for my husband, he excused himself to the bathroom, no doubt to masturbate. Now our bathroom has a lock that can be opened up from the outside, a new safety feature in newer homes. He heard the door creak as someone opened the lock from the outside and turned around, cock in hand, caught. He saw Zahra's wide eyes at the door staring at him in amazement. 'My my, she wasn't k**ding was she.' 'What are you doing Zahra!' he whispered. 'I am in the bathroom.''Yes, but you're being.