When she sat back down beside him, he put his right arm around her, drew her close and French kissed her. Sue wondered if she were losing her mind as ...he licked back at his beery tongue and then sucked down hungrily on the vulgar, suggestively thrusting thing. She had a can of beer in each hand and couldn't very well defend herself when he snaked his left hand up under her dress, tugged the slimy secretion band of her underpants to the side and sank his thick, knobby-knuckled middle finger into. " She stated the fact. How could I? The only reason I included Belgium in my trip was to visit that very special chocolatier who made the best blend of dark chocolate candy. We visited his shop on our honeymoon and my wife fell in love with those delicate aromatic chocolate jewels. Whenever I could, I returned there on my trips and purchased large boxes of her favorite candy.My wife tried to teach me how to appreciate the candy. How to recognize the distinct flavors, how to taste the intricate. I recalled a lady named Tracey whom I’d spanked some years before. A fall from the back of her boyfriend’s motorbike when she was in her teens, had sent her hurtling along the tarmac on her bottom, stripping the skin from the pinnacles of her buttocks and leaving her with permanent scarring. Although it was some years after the event when I came to know her, she was very self-conscious by the marks her ordeal had left her with. With Michelle though, my thoughts were pure speculation and in my. ? She giggled.I decided to take a chance, ?You can have three if you let me feel it.? I offered.She glared at me, ?You are a dirty little bugger, aren’t you???Is that a ‘yes’ then?? I smirked.?I’ll think about it. I’ll see you at the shed at half six, ok?? She said as she turned and walked away.She came to the shed as arranged, right on the stroke of six thirty. ?Got the beer?? She demanded. I showed her the cans, two of them. She nodded, ?You said there’d be three.??Only if you let me have a.