Rubbing, I spread her a little, swelling even more at the sight of her fleetingly exposed crease. I raise the other hand. Wait, enjoying the way her f...esh writhes at the expectancy.I strike.That one stings. I know as she howls and bites her lip again that it's going to leave a mark. My hand swirls once more, relieving some of the bittersweet fire, but not enough. As I raise my hand, I notice the satisfying pink glow has grown."Spread your knees."She complies, parting them just before I let. "I love you. I've liked you since the day we met. I think you like me too. I'm not looking to get married. I just want you to move in with me." Rick saw her eyes watering up. He knew she felt like she was begging him. Lowering herself. He reached up and wiped a tear away with his thumb. She grabbed that hand and put it to her cheek, kissing it over and over then putting it back to her cheek where her tears made it wet."I don't know, Joyce." Please!" the tears spilled over. "I want to take care. It had a slightly strange thickness too it, but itdid taste rather sweet and enjoyable. It wasn't as thick as the titlemight have given the idea of. Not that she really was worried aboutthat. The commercial with sexualized females was something that shebarely paid attention to. For a second she might have found it odd thatthe commercials seemed to be aimed at men. To be honest more womenconsumed Thilk than anyone else.The TV's in the store were brand new with an almost translucent screen.That. "Definitely NOT," she finally said. "If I did what's in the dirty stories, I should be licking it up," she added, much more softly. Almost as if only speaking to herself."Only if you want to," Denise said. Lissa looked up at her mom, realizing she'd heard what she'd just said. She looked around at me, a strange expression on her face.I returned her gaze and nodded, sagely, and then, feeling momentarily brave and kinky, I leaned over and licked a bit of my own tepid semen from Lissa's neck. She.