She turns her head, not wanting to meet his eyes, her cheeks flaming red with embarrassment and shame, but I only laugh and as she hears the zipper of... my pants open, she cannot help but flick her eyes back, drawn to this, not able to stop it. After that zipper, I undid my belt buckle, then the buckle of my jeans, and then slipped the belt through all the loops, taking it from my pants. I forced her legs apart with my knees, but she is afraid now, afraid of me and her response to me, and. Her eyes were squished shut and her mouth agape. Tiny shrieks of pleasure leaked out. I kissed her firm stomach and flicked my tongue into her tiny belly button. Because I could. I made my way to the tip of her slit. Her lips parted ever so slightly for my mouth. Her orgasms were flowing one after the other or maybe it was one continuous orgasm. I didn't have to do anything special or pull out my tricks. Every touch of my tongue and my lips brought her to sheer ecstasy. I slyly switched the. Seemed like quite a bit to move to a new home.” “Well, I let my son of a bitch husband keep the house, but I took all the stuff.” “If you ever need any help with the heavier boxes, you know where to find me.” “Well, moving in has been a pain. Can you help out now?” “Sure thing, Lynn.”I walked inside and was instantly cooled by the air conditioning. Boxes towered all over the place, as if she hadn’t even started. I must have been stating wide eyed at them because she then asked jokingly,. “I can’t deny myself that. Like you said, I want to be in your presence and I’d like to touch your flesh. Oops, perhaps that should be skin or hand.” We both chuckled. Gaynor had done it again, introduced levity and a smile, lifted my heart. “Where does Veronica think you are now?” “Driving home. She left her car at a restaurant last night. Drank a bit too much wine to drive.” “Oh, which restaurant?” “Mario’s, a nice little Italian place… ” “I know it. Been there many times.” “You have? Does.