' My rounded knees hit the plush carpet. His expensively-tailored trousers quickly followed. He was soft, the skin wrinkled, yet he quickly grew in th... breathy warmth of my loving gaze. Once, twice, I tugged on him then glanced upwards as I licked then parted my lips. Eyes wide in urgent expectation, he thrust his hips forwards till his curved pink appendage pierced my face. I'd never even seen a cock, let alone sucked one, yet his groans told me my instincts were serving me well. It was my. I stayed super charged for hours, trying to figure out if I was talking to Liz or Stephanie, and getting excited every time. My breath was shallow. My face was flush. I walked stiffly. I headed home. I tried to base an analysis on the burst of messages and then enduring silence. Perhaps Steph had gone early and the whole conversation was her. Perhaps she had gone late and I was sexting Liz. Which would leave the whole conversation on Stephanie’s phone to discover later and I was in so much. He loved the tangy Orange preserve, and popped the sweet morsel in his mouth, wiping his lips with the pure white napkin a grunt of satisfaction escaping his mouth. ‘So we know they were picked up by some farmer, someone with a van, the name beginning with B and from the local area.’ ‘Yeah boss.’ Konstantin stood watching as his boss ate hungry himself. ‘Shouldn’t be too hard to find. We’ll find out where the farm is and go down and pick her up.’ ‘Konstantin, use your brain. Wait until dark.. "Fine. You?" I ask, and follow her mesmerizing ass in those fucking pants. "I'm great," she smiles, picking up something from her coffee table. "Let's smoke out back," she says, leading the way again. We step outside, the sprinklers running on her lawn, the sky getting darker, and she looks up at me. "Are you ok?" Chanel asks. She knows me all too well, and I already know I can't do it. I don't want to tell her. I don't want to see her upset. "Yeah," I nod, and put my hand on her back. "Just.