He tasted wonderful! With her hand on the base of his cock her mouth encircled him. Stroke by stroke, mouth full by mouth full she loved his cock. Her...tongue moved around the head, lips cupping him all while her hand moved up and down his shaft. Her free hand exploring his body. He moved to lay with her. She kissed his face, neck and chest delivering little bites along the way. She licked and bit his nipples causing him to jump. Now he wanted to be inside her. He grabbed her legs turning. "Lemme get this straight." The chair creaked. "I have infinite wishes." Correct," Genie grabbed another apple."I could wish for anything." Crhvfghkt."But only when he was outside of his bottle. And depending on his mood, or how hard I rubbed it, (which he equated to being a nagging little brother, but bettered the odds), he could be out in varying times of day. Sometimes, days -- or weeks! Luckily, he was also invisible to others by default. Only I can directly interact with him and thus make. I eventually kiss each nipple in turn, soft contact, my tongue gently coating each one in saliva as my hands move towards the buttons and zip of your trousers. You shrug your shirt and bra onto the floor – for once you aren’t cold – and start to run your fingers through my hair, which I have left ungelled for a better feel. As your fingers explore my hair, my hands are removing your trousers and lifting your feet out of them. I kiss around the waistband of your knickers, all the time careful. She would let me rub her legs when I was little but my Mom would get angry soon after and make me stop. I remember they once came to visit on a Saturday evening when I was five years old. When they arrived to my house Jessie’s suntan pantyhose contained several runs and significant snags. I was fascinated by the runs as it was the first time I can recall ever seeing runsAs Jessie sat in the kitchen and Mom got refreshments together, I began to trace my fingers and hands up and down the runs and.