I still had to get that blouse from under her body.I gently eased her up and slipped one arm out at a time. She was lifeless as I held her up taking t...he blouse off than gently laid her back down on the pillow. God, I could smell her perfume....Driving me crazy...That smell....Damn, I wanted to fuck her so bad. I could barely see her hard nipples in the moon light but they were certainly hard. I pulled down my boxers and crawled into bed next to my wife. Put my arm around her and gently kissed. Your sighs are soft and expectant.I draw a tender fold of flesh into my mouth and suckle on it, biting softly before I move onward. You shiver and moan.Starting at the base of your neck, using only the tip of my moist, stiffened tongue, I seek out the tiny knots that the day's stress has left beneath the velvet skin of your back.For half an hour or more, following with my hands to dry your skin, lest evaporation chill you, I search out and massage away each tense little bump, every taut strand.. He was the star quarterback for his high school after all, andstars like that are held to higher standards. At least that's what hisparents told him.He was still lying in bed when his mom walked into the room and told himhe needed to get up, otherwise he'd be late picking up Kaylee andgetting them to school. Jackson just groaned and removed the blanketscovering his body and swung his legs across so they were dangling offthe edge of the bed. He always wore basketball shorts to bed, somethinghis. ” “I guess we better forget the handcuffs this time Vic,” said Jim with a laugh. “Just kidding.” Kristen was startled by the humor. She felt another tingle emanating from the base of the spine and through her heart right up to her brain. “But seriously…” said Jim. “Seriously…” said Vic. “You ask her.” “You’re right,” Jim said. “You see Dr. Anderson.” “Kristen.” “No. It’s going to have to be Dr. Anderson. I want to be your student. So this is the professional part of the evening. The raison.