My hands caressed their way up her soft bare back. When they reached her shoulders, I moved my lips and kissed my way along her chin until I reached o...ne ear."You are so beautiful," I whispered. And then I leaned back and slowly let my eyes and fingers trace their way down from her collarbone over the gradual swell to two very hard nipples.Missy gasped as my fingers circled her small areolas. When her eyes fluttered closed, I leaned forward again and began kissing a path from her left earlobe. So I guess you could say there was kind of a pipeline from jail to the Charles Ham interprise. We referred to ourselves as Hamonites and as such, we operated a slew of shady businesses from Paul's transmission shop to a pair of thrift stores and even a snowcone cart called Mr. Freeze. All staffed by drug addicts, thieves and paedos. On Sundays after church, we would chase hookers off the streets and shut down crack houses with nothing more than picket signs and a bull-horn.If you didn't do. "Yes, my darling, cum for me," she implores.She keeps up the maddeningly slow pace until I rock my head back and groan loudly. Then she rubs my clit hard and fast and twists my nipple. I let out a massive scream. "Ohhhhh, I'm cummmming!"She slows her pace but not her pressure on my clit. Massive waves pulse through my body. I shake as my orgasm slowly recedes until I collapse, spent.She takes her hands off of me and lets me settle before saying, "That's one." She gets up and returns a few. ”“Ok. Uh ... we’ll be back late Monday and jet lagged to Hell and back on Tuesday. So, it would have to be Wednesday or Thursday. We’re leaving again on Friday.”“Uh, thank you again. I ... should go. The concert’s starting. Uh ... remind my father about the guitar, please?”“Okay. Love you, too.”“Uh, yeah. All right, Marni. I’ll see you in a few days.”After she hung up the phone, Arwen shook her head. “Shit. I just told Marni I loved her.”“You’ve never told her that before?” Lev asked.“I don’t.