His cock remained rigid, however, as shecontinued to hold and stroke it.When she was certain that he was soundly asleep, and that his sister was aslee...p,also, Marcella lay back the covers and glided downward along his slim, young form.She gazed close-up at his redheaded little rod, illuminated by the moonlight comingthrough the window, and her mouth watered.I hope this will give you sweet dreams, darling! she thought, and stuck out her rosy,glistening tongue.She licked the rounded head of her. ”I felt the first trickle of my cum escape my now bunched panties and begin to run down my thigh.“Yeah, some smells are hard to beat.”I was thinking about the smell of his body, the smell of his arousal, the smell of my own, and what they would smell like together. Fuck fuck fuck Jess, you need to put a stop to this.The clothes were all folded now so I picked up the basket and turned towards the house. As I did the back of my hand brushed against his cock. It was entirely accidental but it was. Then she laid on the bed and took Mark's flaccid cock in one hand and wiped it clean with the towel in the other hand. After she had finished wiping his cock, she continued to pretend to wipe it so that she can admire it. She thought that it looked so clean and white and, after that ordeal, helpless. She then threw the towel to the floor and laid next to Mark with a smirk on her face."What's with the smirk?," he asked."I like the way I finished you off like that" Oh, you think?," Mark replied.. Startled, I turned around to see the loosely-held red velvet glove makea return slap across my other cheek. It smelled like cum and, judgingby the wet smack, it was likely still fresh."Stop being such a stupid bitch," she snarled, "These are thestripper's castoffs - they won't be needed again tonight." She tossedthe glove into the suitcase, along with its partner. "And since club isclosed on Tuesdays, you will have two whole days to send them down tothe hotel laundry to be cleaned once we're.