“Daddyo, are you just going to ignore me? Are you kidding?”A fine example of the classic Hollywood blonde, all bright blue eyes and wavy hair hang...ng long about the shoulders had those baby blues locked on me. I glanced both ways and pointed my finger to my chest.“No, you didn’t me mean me, did you?” Her voice was what came to me first, it seemed I had heard it before but I couldn't think where. And how did you know to call me Daddyo?“Oh my god, you’ve totally forgotten me, haven’t you? And. His nails tickled as he raked them across her arches. At the same time Curly was working on her back and massaging the lotion in. The three of the methodically got the lotion into every crevice in a few minutes.Then Jasmine took Spike's head in her hands and drew him to her breast. "You have to lick off the excess, now. Be neat lover" Obediantly, he was a puppy lapping at her beautiful chocolate covered mounds. Not to be out done, Curly got on his knees and began licking the lotion from. She was always asleep by the time he got home - it was one of the drawbacks to working the same shift-based job: their schedules never aligned. They’d long since come up with a way to alleviate the sexual frustration that naturally accompanied only being home together long enough to sleep by developing a silent, clothing-based communication system. If she went to bed in desperate need of his cock deep inside her, she’d go to bed stark naked. If she was indifferent, she wore regular pajamas.. . Something about this moment is different from the others.His fingertips were brushing along my throat, pressing gently to the side to turn my head to let his lips travel against my cheeks, my jaw, throat ... There it was, that pure fear, that genuine gasp for air but he didn’t stop this time - I didn’t stop him. He pulled back, leaving the sensation of that rough stubble burning my skin as if he had used paint to mark a trail and he looked at me as if to ask if this was okay.I didn’t stop.