‘I love it when you moan,’ she softly purred. ‘I know you love my hands, my fingers sliding up and down. So easily they glide, so smooth are my ...motions, so erotic is my touch.’ Her voice almost did him in, the alluring tone, the words… Ante’s head thrashed from side to side as her oily palm pumped faster. Again—he experienced the magic of her tongue and the softness of her incredible lips. His back arched, and his heels dug into the mattress of the wrought iron bed. As he felt the warmth of her. Delicious came out of his mouth, you have not opened your package yet. A package?, Yes just look between the flowers and yes there was no more between, panty, s. I was surprised that is really not necessary I gave him my answer, it was answered, they were broken anyway. I would have liked to know that she wants to fit you, he asked. Really? Yes, I'm on it, he said sweetheart. Okay then, was my answer and I sat in front of him in the seat to fit the new pantyhose. He had a full view of my horny. I love him to death, but boy, does he piss me off sometimes; no sorry, actually it’s a lot of the times.It was Déjà vu and I was living my High school prom all over again. Well, not the cock in the mouth bit, but the part about me; standing in the corner, being totally ignored while everyone else was having all the fun. Mind you, some bitches I was told, got fingered in the shadows that night at the prom, but I’m not getting into that now, so hmm yeah, back to the story, where was I? I remember. I finger myself longer this time.A small drop falls from the spoon and lands on my nipple. I take the spoon and scrape along the skin of my breast to scoop it up. The cold metal makes my nipple stand up nicely again. Using the bottom of the spoon, I smear a little more honey over the end of the nipple until it is completely covered. A fingertip rubs across the erect nipple transferring much of the now warm honey leaving a little more for a second swipe.Could that mail belong to the opposite.