I've always liked that about you, about whatever this is between us, that we can share the quiet together for seemingly endless stretches and every wo...dless moment is still somehow so comforting. And now, when your hand squeezes mine again, your thumb caresses back and forth, something you love doing. Those little gestures, like when we hug goodbye and your fingertips stroke the back of my neck or when we share a deep kiss and you plant smaller ones over and over on my cheeks and forehead.. Thinking it was one of my buddies sending me a birthday wish, I opened the message to find this photo staring back at me.http://cfake.com/photos/1359425505b77bbad8_cfake.jpgWhat the...I stared at it for the longest time until I realized that she was still in my house. I quickly peeled my eyes off the screen and tried to cool down my head (and my hardness) by splashing my face with cold water. It doesn't work. Told you I didn't have much experience at that time about such things.What worked was. You jolt as I once again purse my lips and blow light, cold air across your again-stiffening nipples. Delighting in my teasing, a moment later you once again feel the familiar sensation of my lips, this time on your neck. Always a sensitive area for you, the hairs on your neck immediately stand on end and a chill runs down your spine. I kiss one side, then the other. I kiss as far up as your jaw line and as far down as your shoulder, not wanting to miss a singe square inch. Finding strength in. "What time do you call this for getting in from work? I've had your tea here". As Lynnsett struggled to answer, he glanced at her legs in the short skirt. The bedroom light shining on a glistening streak of her cum. "Been fucking someone, have you?" Ignoring the fact that he was, indeed, fucking his secretary on the side, he filled with rage. Pushing her hard onto the bed, her legs flailed. Getting between them, he reached down and tore her wet panties from her and unzipped his trousers..