She then put her lips to mine in a loving kiss. Our tongues played around with each other, our passion growing.I moved both of my hands to her ass, an...d she put one of hers on mine, the other on my inner thigh dangerously close to my hardening cock.Her ass felt even better than I had imagined it would. It was soft and warm and plump and just fucking hot.I soon began to slip my hands under the skirt she wore and began to feel her ass through her panties. It felt like she was wearing a thong.. Your own private false fantasy world comes true. But the music he made, he had to keep that in mind. So he pressed the Chords. And he tried to think what he had said before. He tried to think the long silences were his chord strokes having an effect. Not that he particularly wanted to have an effect. It was just his way of saving face, of pretending the chord listener was not up in the belfry looking down like the Phantom of the Opera and seeing him for what he really was and for what he was. I gasp in pain and he takes the opportunity to stick his tongue into my mouth, battling with my tongue. He explores my mouth and I am still trying to resist, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. He squeezes my breast slightly and a moan escapes me. I can feel him smiling as he lets his hand slide down to the top of my pants. He lets his hand sit there for a few minutes, touching and caressing my stomach. He flicks his hand and my button opens. He slips his hand down my pants and finds my. She knew the waiting, the anticipation, would make it that much more special. Once her hair was dry, Helen brushed it until it shone like polished obsidian, then carefully appplied her makeup. Most of the time, she went without wearing much makeup. At work, she tended to dress down, not wanting to attract attention to herself. But tonight, she laid it on, finishing with bright red lipstick. She also painted her toenails and fingernails, which she kept fairly long anyway, both in the same shade.