Shewanted me to model it for the sales lady I was excited by thethought, although a little shy. I got into the hall of thedressing rooms and closed ...the door. There was a cleaning guy wasthere. He smiled at me. I smiled back. I saw he was checking outmy legs (since I had denim short-shorts on), so I took off mysneakers right there in the hall, leaving me barefoot. Picking upmy sneakers, I walked by him, never taking my eyes from his andwent to the last booth. I looked out and saw he. I might be pleased, but I was definitely hungry for more. Keith just sat up and smiled at me, admiring my body as he frequently did. But other than the obvious and open admiration, there was something else in his eyes as there sometimes was at times like that. "I love you," Keith told me, making me respond in kind. Then his expression turned thoughtful and serious. "You know..." he started slowly, almost uncomfortably, "I was just thinking that we're married now... but there are still things. "Now!"A yearning cry fluttered from her lips, burning his face with hot kisses, fingers taut on his back, entreating his flesh to fulfill her desire, feeling him harden against her most sensitive spot, needing it deep inside her body. She draped her leg over his hip, dug her nails into his back, and whispered a sweet promise in his ear if only he'd... "Soon."He soothed her brow with soft lips, cleansing the sweat with nimble flicks of his tongue, and stoking the fire with a languorous motion. Her middle finger traced my slit through my panties and goose bumps popped up all over my body. I guess Em had received enough signals. She rolled off the sofa on to her knees. She positioned herself between my legs and hooked her fingers into my skirt and panties and tugged them down. I lifted my ass to give her easier access. Em was about to lick me and I was not going to stop her. Her tongue snaked between my smooth lips. My back arched and I pressed my pussy against her face. My fingers.