Gently sliding the head of cock through the opening in my jeans, Lisa slid it between her lips and with one motion had buried it in her hungry mouth. ... was in bliss, my cock was buried in her mouth and then with my left hand controlling the SUV I slid my right hand down to her skirt. I slid the skirt up her legs and saw that she wasn’t, as usual, wearing anything underneath. She slid her hips around so she got get a better position on my cock and in doing so her entire bounty was displayed. He unbuttoned her Basque from the front, and her full breasts exposed themselves to him. Her nipples stood proud and his fingers pinched them, making them harder; his mouth worked down to her breasts taking a nipple into his warm mouth, he sucked hungrily as he pulled her other nipple. She couldn’t move her arms, and her legs came up as she squirmed. He let go and got off the bed, he took a cup and dipped it into the molten chocolate, it filled to the brim and he pulled it out. She. It was way too obvious we were just messing about."I'd thought Reece would say I should Photoshop them; I'm always cutting pictures together, making stupid mash-ups to go on Twitter. But he didn't. He went in straight for the bait. "Do you want to do it again?" he asked."I suppose we could," I answered, surprised at how keen he sounded and trying to make it seem like I hadn't really thought it through. "Only... you know... if we do, we shouldn't pull all those stupid faces. We should just. How did it go with Dr Thingie? White.’ ‘Blight. He says I’m not sleeping enough. He thinks it might be something sexual from my childhood.’ ‘You look terrible. Forget about the kiss. Anyway, we have to go.’ ‘We do? Where…?’ George was used to Down’s unpunctuality, and his utter lack of enthusiasm for everything, but it still hurt when he forgot the important things–-and to George, who loved life and was bright enough to see the Big Picture, and the silliness of most things–-this was important..