Your breast swollen, your nipples extended hard and dark brown. I move my one hand up and gently squeeze your swollen nipple. You cry out as another o...gasm seizes your body. I continue to lap up your love juices as a man would thirst for water in the desert after days afield. You keep whispering my name, your voice softer and softer as I bring you once again to that glorious G-spot orgasm. You scream again and again as orgasms pierce your very soul and you lay back on the sand utterly spent,. Christophe me tenait toujours fermement par la taille. Je metournai brusquement vers lui pour lui dire... Trop tard! Il venait deposer ses l?vres sur les miennes. Il m'embrassa longuement, et je mesurpris ? r?pondre ? son baiser. Je me sentais de plus en plus faibleentre ses bras... Brusquement, je le repoussais:"Non... Pardon... Je ne peux pas... C'est compliqu?!"J'abandonnais Christophe pour courir vers la salle de bal. A peineentr?, je re?u un bouquet de fleurs dans les mains: c'?tait. She told him that she had a surprise for him, but he had to wait just a moment. Laura walked upstairs and into their master bedroom. Michael went and got a drink, then walked up the stairs to their room. He knocked on the door and was greeted with a sultry, "Come in Michael." He opened the door slowly and saw such a beautiful sight. There lying across the bed was Laura. Her perfect 5 foot frame and petite body was clothed in black and dark red leather and lace. Her feet adored a very high pair. It takes me back to when I was a little child with not a care in the world. But the story I am going to tell you took place more recently, five or six weeks ago.Well, that's the intro over and done with. Time for a bit of explanation. Some people who are reading this may not have met me before. Well, Hi! Forgive me if I don't mention my name, but my parents don't want thousands of folks coming round the house staring throught the windows and into the garden, trying to catch a glimpse of us.