You are very attractive."Mary beamed at her, but her eyes were somewhat glazed."I've heard stories like yours before. If that lout of a husband treate...d you just a little better we probably wouldn't be sitting here. I'm reminded of that old Sinatra song, "Try a Little Tenderness". Do you know it?" Yeah... and Mary sang softly, 'She may be weary, women do get weary, wearing the same old dress... ' don't know all the words but listening to him sing it makes me cry every time."And tears were. The third time is the charm. No you aren’t coming yet. I’m taking you to “two”. Can you do it? Can you stop there? See, I knew you could! I want you really ready for the rest of me. First I want all your precum. Bringing you to the brink three times and backing off let you create lots of it for me. Here’s what I want it for. I’ll show you. I’ve got precum all over my fingers. See how slippery they are? I’ll paint a little on your lips. Taste. That’s your desire. Wanting me. I have some. I just loved her, and her breasts, and I wanted to touch them. Touching Tabby’s had been fantastic.“With Tabby, it worked better when I spread on the lubricant,” I said, trying to make myself sound credible. I looked at her sideways, to see if she was buying it.Her breathing rate increased immediately. Her nipples, which had been fairly flat, got un-flat before my eyes. I remembered sucking on Christy’s, which was mind-blowing. Mom’s nipples were even bigger, and my mouth watered. I knew,. .. ?”Hypnos felt the resonance of her voice strike straight through the worry that had been consuming him and touch a deep, primal part of his being. It sent a jolt of arousal straight into his cock, stiffening his length until it was pressing insistently against the material of his pants.He stepped in closer, his hands rising to explore Antheia’s sari-clad body. The god’s fingertips roamed over her, the cloth delightfully light and airy to the touch.Hypnos heard Antheia’s breath catch as he.