I slid a finger on each hand between her cheeks, teasing close to her asshole, and her face bucked harder against me when I made brief contact. "Oh go...!" she exclaimed.Riley's breath was coming in short gasps now, her pussy hotter and wetter against my face, the thrusts of her hips getting shorter and faster. I squeezed her ass harder, again slipping my fingers between those cheeks, pulling her pelvis against my face as her thrusts got faster, encouraging her. The bed was squeaking as she. He struggled withthe bra for a minute before he managed to snap it closed and then positionit so that it was more comfortable. He put on a green tank top, and pulledup a pair of very snug jeans. Shiela only had three pairs of jeans that hecould see, though she had a few skirts. He'd briefly considered trying ona skirt, but thought that he'd feel too ridiculous wearing something likethat. Once he was dressed, Steve stood in front of the mirror admiring thereflection. Something was still missing,. She was an artist. And a writer—he’d seen that! A writer of love, passion, and eroticism; she had a fertile imagination, coupled with a ribald wit. She liked to put herself into her stories, becoming the character she wrote—different, but the same. And in her stories, she enjoyed misbehaving.Just like she did in life.Yes, she was perfect for him.It was a shame she wouldn’t remember any of this—not until he was ready for her to remember. Though perhaps elements of this night would surface in her. Fortunately, with time and Paige's enthusiasm, my sense of loneliness evaporated beneath an abundance of affection from my little redheaded fireball. The instant Adrienne left, Paige eagerly grabbed my hand and dragged me into my bedroom."Ooh! Ooh! Let's do it AGAIN!" the redhead cheered excitedly, already unbuttoning my dress shirt that she'd been wearing all day."Whoa! Whoa!" I waved her off, right about the same time my stomach rumbled quite loudly. Everyone else had left to get food, and as.