When her tongue began a dance with his own he knew couldn't stop. "Carolyn...I," whatever he was going to say was stopped by another kiss."You are not...an old plow horse," she kept pressing her lips to his. Breathing in deeply, Carolyn captured his essence, Dan didn't wear a lot of cologne, she couldn't help but compare him to her ex-boyfriend who always smelled like he had taken a bath in the stuff, a lot of the boys did. For that matter, a lot of the girls did the same thing with perfume. She. And for the first time telling me directly and out loud that he was better than me. Before she’d been open about how amazing and good he was in the sack, but she’d always stopped short of absolute comparison. But in the throes of passion, that evening as she played the games she knew I loved and hated, she finally passed that boundary. Her new man deep inside her body, smiling at me and telling me he was better than me as a lover. (Afterwards, at Chris’s instigation, she did check I was okay. Probably not, he decided after seeing her lay her head on her husband's shoulder, what a shame. Megan felt his eyes on her and grinned to herself."My wife tells me you have traveled far from your homeland," Brent asked as they bowed before him. "Is this true?" Yes, your Majesty," Meric replied."You must be weary of the road then. Why don't you stay a few days before resuming your journey?" Your Majesty is too kind" Megan curtsied with her eyes demurely on the floor. "But we really must continue. I then lick my way across your cleavage and start to play with your right nipple. You grab the back of my head and push your nipple deeper into my mouth. You start to moan and tell me how good it feels. I get off the couch and get on my knees in front of you. I go back to playing with your breasts for a while. Teasing and sucking each nipple. I kiss my way down your stomach to the top your orange shorts. I rub your crotch with my hand through your orange shorts and pantyhose. I reach up.