She passes over his eyes, they are closed but the lashes are long. Moving her hands upward to his hair. It is long and soft like silk. Oh if she coul... only see him. She lightly traces her fingers down his forehead, his nose, to his lips. So soft, full, she wonders what it would be like to kiss them. Her finger lingers there for a moment, just as she goes to pull away a large strong hand grasps her about the wrist, startling her from her silent exploration. She tries to pull away, but he is. Wendy watched her from her runway outside the kitchen."The tea was a bad idea?" she asked."She doesn't want to drink tea ever again."She put the untouched cup back into the cabinet and the untouched spoon into the drawer."What about the muffin?" I left it for her."Suzie came over and worked herself onto Wendy's lap. Her healthy bare legs hung over one wheel of the chair. Wendy reached for her face, but Suzie, anticipating the move, was already ducking her head. Their lips met, their tongues. Suddenly there was a roar from the TV and Kelly gave an enthusiastic thumbs-up.“Eddie popped another double.” Her voice was triumphant.“You must watch a lot of baseball.”“Every chance I get.”I emptied oil into my hands and rubbed them.“How should I begin?”“Start at my feet. Foot rubs are always the best place to start and then work your way up until I roll over. When I do, start at my feet again.”I began in silence. I didn’t want to compete with the announcer and I didn’t want to make a. Meanwhile she found the front of my shorts with her hands. She felt for my cock, now so hard it hurt. She undid the buttons and lowered the zipper, and thrust her hand in. She gripped my raging cock and squeezed. I thought I might faint with pleasure.I let go of her long enough to push my shorts to my ankles. I tried to kick them free but they caught on one foot. No matter. I wrapped my arms around her, lifted her in the air and lowered her onto my upright cock. She wrapped her arms and legs.