Her paints were mixed andshe stood near us, watching Annette intensely. I caught the slight sent ofa match lighting and then the warm cinnamon of the ...andle. My hand sought thespecial point within a woman that brings her to the edge and I found it withAnnette. I touched her, causing her to arch her back upwards against her bonds.Her eyes closed with intense feeling and I let my other hand take hold of thecandle. It was nothing to bring her to the shattering edges of orgasm. It was. She looked at me, breathing hard, and said " I'm ready." I smiled, not quite done with her yet, and said "Give me another minute."I continued to kiss down her body, feeling her part her legs under me. I paused for a moment at her waist before continuing downward. I was still rubbing her, but pulled my hand away when I neared her pussy. I could feel the heat and want radiating from her and knew that I could set her off with one lick if I had to, but I wanted to make this memorable. I teased her. In a very short period of time, I felt as if I had known Arlene my whole life. I spoke about myself also and she seemed overly enthralled listening to the superficial details I provided regarding my own life. We went from strangers to acquaintances, to friends, to good friends in the time the second hand on the large clock behind the counter completed sixty laps. It was past one in the morning. I stopped jabbering about my life when she yawned deeply. “I’m sorry,” she said apologetically. . We continued to talk as we looked at each page and with each girl I got more and more excited. This was also the first time I had seen pictures of cocks. I mean, I had looked quickly in gym class in the showers at my friends’ cocks, but I had never just stared at them like I did with the pictures. After about ten minutes my friend stood up and looked out of his window, I guess to make sure no one was parked in the drive way for lunch. When he turned around from the window, he had opened his.