You blush, even after all this time I can still make you blush. You walk over with the plate of franks and offer me one. I take one of the franks and ...avor the taste as I chew. As I finish it, I begin to say, "Honey, you did a great....". I lose my train of thought as I watch you slowly consume your frank. Watching you lick and suck on it as you devour it. Feeling my own frank begin to stir. I grab another frank off of the plate and hold it between us. "Do you remember Lady and the Tramp?", I. You know that? You haven't been bitchy, or nagging me to relieve you; and you know how much I appreciate behavior like that, right?" Oh--YESSS", he said instantly, his voice still muffled by the mattress and sheets.Cynthia deliberately teased her husband by letting him get as close as possible to orgasm as she could, but at the last moment refusing him the final step!But, eventually, and likely because she needed to get ready to meet Tyrone, he let her husband come; and, when he did, she. " A glimmering drop splashes onto the bed sheets. That's been going on for half an hour now, y'know? I'm sorry - I know you don't like getting your bed dirty, and yet, a filthy pond of sweat and lustful fluids stains the sheets around you now. You should be about ripe by now, I think. Perched there for so long, torturing yourself with all the possibilities of things I can do to you, and all I want to do is touch you. Just one finger to your amply exposed skin would have you quivering by now.. She was feeling the heat. Her white sleeveless jersey was soaked with perspiration. Her dark black pony-tied hair was unkempt and a couple of strands fell over her brown eyes. The yellow shorts went higher up in the car seat. The strong sunlight seemed to dance on the fine hairs on her slim and smooth legs. Ala lifted her arms to tie her hair, baring her armpits."Stop looking at my breasts!" She said playfully, her arms still stretched behind her head."I didn't notice," I replied.