He used the recipe he learned when he cooked at Jennie's Diner back in Polk; always a winner. He'd go easy on the "hot", serving some crushed red pepp...er on the side if she was the adventurous type, and he'd serve it with warmed tortillas and some grated cheddar cheese.For a little atmosphere, he built a fire in the large fireplace located between the living room and dining room and open to both.He had just stirred the pot and reduced the heat to a low simmer, when he heard the garage door. I was well aware of your situation, though, and suddenly the air was cold on your wet nipples, and my warm lips were seeking their way down the arch of your ribs, across your sides, ticklish... I grinned you another wicked grin, then I plant a kiss above the triangle of Venus. I wordlessly encourage you to pull your knees up, as I station myself between your legs. My voice was a bit ragged too, when I instruct you to reach down and part the wet folds for my tongue. A shock of pleasure rocks. If she thought about it, she might never get such a chance again. Red wasn’t homophobic, but she was straight. But she didn’t pause to think. She tasted her best friend deeply, the tart pussy was delicious, her little asshole squeezed against her tongue with each thrust. Even the scent of Red was amazing. She felt Red tighten up and orgasm again, then felt her fall over onto her side, panting for breath.“What the fuck, Kat?”Kat grinned down at her friend. Red was completely disheveled. Her red. Before him I stood, shoulders straight, chin stubbornly raised as my clit screamed out for attention and my nipples beaded painfully. “Beautiful,” he murmured, stepping toward me. He no longer wore his shirt or tie they too were forgotten on the floor. Reaching out he cupped my full breasts in his hands, squeezing them experimentally, I moaned in reaction leaning into his touch. “Take off my pants.” Instantly I went to my knees and with trembling hands -not from fear but from eagerness they.