Her skin becomes clammy with sweat and shebegins to shack in anticipation. She wants it, shewills it to happen, her mind consumed by it. She yearnsfor...her desire to be quenched. She closes her eyes andwaited. Fingers settle on the buttons of her shirt and slowlythey begin unbuttoning her. Her breathing becomes evendeeper and her breasts swell under her shirt with eachbreath. The hands move down one button at a time,sensually touching the exposed skin underneath hershirt. Finally the unbuttoned. .. That I hit send too soon. Sorry if I left you hanging. ;-) So where were we? I'm trailing kisses down your body and my hands are gently stroking your arms, your chest, and making their way to that throbbing cock that has invaded my dreams for far too long. The tip is dripping and I take it in my mouth. I've waited so long to taste you, I am about to explode. I'm so hungry for your cock, but I want to make this last forever. My mouth closes around your head and my tongue circles it. You taste. Frankie finished his ensemble by grabbing his denim jacket and picking uphis handbag and keys, he exited the house. He was only a short distancefrom the salon and he thought he'd walk.This was his first time out since the surgery almost a week ago andFrankie was excited. In the back of his mind, he toyed with lots ofscenarios. Since Helen would be gone most of the weekend at the hospital,Frankie was alone and free to do what he wanted. All he could think aboutwas Bruce and the potential of what. The trip across the desert that early morning began after I had caught Kate in bed performing oral sex on a weasel by the name of Carl Long at the Monte Carlo Hotel in Las Vegas. I left the hotel that night driven by anger and a desire to get as far away from Kate as I could. I remembered that as I crested the first large hill on the way out of Vegas and the lights of the strip were no longer filling my rear window my anger began to transform into depression. I had so many questions but no.