I looked at my walls, and hoped she wouldn’t think me too lazy for not finishing up what I started on Friday. That was when I realized that all the ...papers I had been working on when the fake ‘Mr. Stone’ arrived were now neatly hanging on my wall, my stapler was back on my desk, in its normal place, and the stepladder was back under the window. I also noticed that a tear in the butcher paper background that I was going to hide with work was removed and replaced with a fresh piece of butcher. I think you do understand.” Then she kissed my lips softly and tenderly. “Now I really need my cravings to be satisfied, Phil.” With that she opened her hospital robe and her pajama top exposing her lovely round, firm, and fully packed breasts. “Kiss them, Phil. Kiss them and suck my nipples. Tickle them with your tongue. Taste them and pleasure them for me, please.” I moved to a lower step in front of her, leaned toward her, and feasted on her tits. They tasted so damned good I didn’t want to. My mind was distracted with the different sensations of your touch, as a firm hand around one breast created circles around it's peak, then pinched it and the tongue relentlessly teased the other before it was kissed and sucked. My nipples were erect and sensitive to the touch. My body squirmed. I wanted more but knew you had the experience and I needed to wait. Kisses covered my stomach as you move towards the unexplored territory, I held my breath. Gently my legs were parted, our eyes met,. She turned her face slightly, glimpsing into his green eyes. He pulled his head back, allowing her to turn her face completely to him. He was staring back at her. She was weak from his gaze and she had to fight to keep herself upright. Drew smiled his beautiful smile at her, but said nothing. He brought his hand up to her face and stroked her cheek with his thumb. His touch was electric and a shiver shot down her spine. She closed her eyes, immersing herself in the feeling. When she opened.