I kissed is softly and she woke up. “Guess I didn’t get any cleaning done today, looks like I am going to have to stay a little longer” she said...with a smile.“I hope you stay a lot longer, and we still have a date tonight.”“Well there is one thing I can clean, since he didn’t get to come out and play yet!” she hooked her finger on my panties, and pulled them down, revealing my cock, covered in pre-cum, and a little bit of cum from the hour of her riding my face, and me getting way too. Then I easily rolled her onto her back with my face buried deep between her legs. It was time to use the tongue. It always got to her. When I knew she was ready for a mini-climax I backed away. She looked at me. She knew what I wanted. We've done it many times before. As I looked at her sweating beneath me I said. "Talk dirty for me, you know I love it." Oh, Jim, fuck me baby, put your cock into me, you know I want it. Please, baby, don't make me wait, I want you so bad. Just stick it in me."I. The ball ricocheted off two defenders, before it bounced to Marconi’s leading scorer, who half-volleyed it from just outside the six-yard box into the WFC goal. With a little over seventeen minutes left in the game, that fourth goal pretty much put the final nail in Windsor FC’s coffin in this under-18 Southwestern Ontario Regional Soccer tournament game.Lisa, Tempe and Tina all shouted in joy at that fourth goal. Only Lisa and I really understood that Anthony’s initial corner kick set that. If only one or two people read my story I will be happy. It gives me intense pleasure to talk about my fetish and get feedback from readers. Maybe there are others. Both stories are true.Before I met my wife Tina I lived by myself in an apartment. I fully indulged in my newspaper fetish. I of course had a subscription to the New York Times. I would wake up in the morning, run to the front door, pick up the paper and press it against my face to inhale the scent. I had newspapers everywhere..