You stand and turn to walk towards the toilet. You stand at the door and knock. He opens it and you enter. His soft warm lips are on yours. His hands ...roaming over every part of your body as he gently kisses you. His hand caresses your arse, gently squeezing it. His hand goes down and under your skirt, again caressing your arse until he grabs your knickers and pulls them down. You wiggle from them, passionately kissing him back. Your hands on his belt, then his button, his trousers fall to the. "Well kinda the lotto people will deposit fifteen million in a trust. The trust will then transfer five million into my bank account. I will sign over a check for one million for attorney fees which are somehow tax deductible under the trust agreement. Then the trust will withdraw the first year's taxes on four million dollars of unearned income. Believe it or not that is almost two million. The trust is supposed to somehow work out a lower tax rate then return whatever part of the two million. She unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor. I stooped down to pick it up and she whispered into my ear: “Please go down on me.” “Right here?” I asked. “I thought we were going to think about it.” “I have. Please?” she pleaded as she hiked up her skirt revealing very wet panties under the garters on her girdle. It was all out the window now. I got down on my knees, unfastened the garters and pulled down her panties. They fell to her ankles and she stepped out of them.. It was a nice long deep burgundy couches not too frilly but manlier in his opinion which was exactly what he was looking for. He contacted the owner immediately to set up a time to view and possibly pick it up.The owner sent him a time they both agreed upon and Jon put his on his calendar so he did not forget about it that weekend. He worked the week thinking about the couch and his desires for some companionship that seemed to be eluding him since he moved to the small town where he lives.