His eyes migrated right to her breasts. She then bend over like picking up dropped soap and leaned forward just enough to fall into him. She reached o...t with her right hand and found his harded cock through his jeans. Then she stood up, still with her right hand on his prick, and with her left hand put his right hand on her left tit. She then pulled his mouth to her and began to kiss him. She knew she had him when his tongue probed her mouth. She has always said that us men are so easy, show us. Without taking his eyes off hers, he reached to fumble open the egg carton he'd left out on the counter. He extracted an egg and held it just above her breasts while he crushed it in his hand, letting the viscous fluid drip over his fingers and onto her chest. He flung the pieces of shell at the sink and rubbed the raw yolk into her skin, over the upper curves of her breasts. She stood and took his gesture almost stoically, except for the hitch and deepening of her breath."You just fucking. .. you've changed." Did you call me a whore?" Heather asked, her shoulders shaking as she fought back tears, and more than a little bit of anger, I imagine."I didn't mean it like that," I said helplessly. "I just..." You just what?" Heather asked quietly. Her voice was tense with anger and I wanted to kick myself for not thinking before I spoke as she continued. "You didn't like all the things we did? You didn't like it when we tried new things? I was doing this for you!" Doing what for me?" I. It flicked across the puckers of his asshole, and he clamped his cheeks together. ‘Mphh. No!’ ‘Oh Terence. Be easy, I am doing nothing bad.’ Her tone was calm and soothing. Terence forced himself to relax, trying not to feel so embarrassed at what she did. It had felt so good! He waited, wanting the fingers back, yet feeling awkward that he should want such a thing. Joanna repeated the long downward stroke, felt him begin to tense as she approached the bud, and stopped, tutting at him..