Chelsea leaned up against the door. ‘Normal,’ she sighed. ‘Perfectly normal, he behaved himself, kept eye-contact, and laughed at my jokes.’ R...se had to think that over. In a short time she’d made more advances with this man than she had with any other man in the three years she’d known Chelsea. It was something that she found personally painful. ‘You seem to be moving awful fast with this one,’ Rose suggested. ‘Yeah, I know, but what if he’s just into me? What if I found some guy who wants to. Oh, fuck!”My marshmallow had flared up from inattention. Lara laughed wickedly at the conflagration. Before I could retort, her perfectly golden attempt was hovering in front of my mouth. I grunted, grudgingly appreciative as I ate it.“Thanks,” I muttered sheepishly.“No problem. You taught me everything I need to know about toasting them!”We spent some time in quiet, roasting more of the sweet treats. I didn’t waver from my original cooking method, but even when I ate my best one, I had to. She could barely see what she was doing.I had no idea if she had clue one about what she was going to do. It seemed like the right thing, though. I mean ... on the TV shows they were always drilling into somebody's skull to relieve the pressure. But I didn't hold out much hope for a scalpel vs a titanium plate.I grabbed Zeus' head anyway. "It's metal," I said. "Scalpel not strong enough to cut titanium." Why do Americans always devolve to pigeon-English when dealing with someone who's grasp of. I love it when you finger fuck my ass as you suck my dick...." I practically growl through gritted teeth.I get several minutes of some intense prostate massage as her finger explores my dark passage and her mouth works its magic on my dick before she pulls off and tells me to get on all fours. Then she kneels behind me, her hand stroking my cock and balls as her talented mouth seeks out my sensitive little back door. I am moaning to the pillows as her nimble fingers tighten around my engorged.