“Right this way,” she said, starting up the stairs. “My studio is on the second floor.” I followed her up, watching her tight, little ass swin... from side to side as she took the stairs in her heels and I imagined what it would be like to bend her over right there on the stairs, spread her cheeks and bury my tongue as far up her wet slit as I could, licking her gently from her clit to her asshole. At the top of the stairs, she opened a door, glanced with a smirk at the obvious bulge in my pants,. A bit darker in complexion, but dark has its own beauty. She had great boobs (I don’t go around with a measuring tape), a little bigger for her age, I felt. But that just made her all sexy and desirable. Her firm ass which she always made me to touch or feel them by my cock and thighs when she occasionally sits on my lap in solitude.. drove me all the more crazy about her. I was now aware of what she used to do during the summers back in childhood… thanks to lot of porn and killer friends.. All. . I know that chocolate is bad for dogs, and, I assume it is for the wolves as well. I can always make sugar cookies, though – as long as the sugar lasts. Also, he has blueberries, apples and some other things that I can probably fashion into something sweet that he might like.She suddenly realized that pleasing him had become very important to her. Oh, shit, Girl. You’ve never baked for a man before coming here, let alone been concerned with pleasing one. It might well be time to back off. ”“That’s what I was hoping for, Phil. And that someone is you. I wanted you to see me with a banana in my pussy so that you could imagine something else in it. Hmmmm, Phil, what else would go in there nicely?” I asked.Phil cleared his throat again, “Mari, I haven’t had sex in two months and you are diving me crazy. You are making me want to slip into the bathroom and jack off.” Phil whispered.“Phil, baby, you don’t have to go into the bathroom. Just turn your chair facing me and unzip your.