” But she didn’t. “Do you like cognac?” She wasn’t sure she had ever had cognac, but she said yes. “I have some amazing stuff at my place.... It’s right up the hill.” Brianne did not suggest anything different.“Looks like my wife has gone to bed,” he said as they walked into the huge, modern house. His wife is here, Brianne thought. Well, that’s better. “We'll have to be very quiet,” he said with a wink. That wasn’t better. Brianne’s knees shook as he gave her a tour of the elegant, expansive. My pussy was swollen in desire as I waited, in anticipation, for him to enter me. He arched his body and removed the purple and white tee. His chest was totally covered with what seemed like a mat of straight auburn hair that flowed everywhere from the bottom of his neckline to the his hardened treasure hidden below. I wanted him so badly, I could feel a dull ache within myself. I stood up and pressed my lips onto his as he slid his arms around my waist, squeezing my body tightly while trying. I was very careful, since it would be really bad timing to have an accident that morning.I smiled at Tiny Dancer in her bright pink fuzzy sweater, black pants, and pink beret. She knew how beautiful she was, as she glided around the mall. I swear she looked like a ghost. She moved so effortlessly. I plodded, Tiny Dancer glided, it was depressing.I got home just in time to turn off the gas feed to the engine and run it dry before Mike came for us. Since I had no idea how long I would be gone, it. He chuckled against my neck and continued on his way down. When he reached my breasts, he rolled his fingers over my nipples, tweaking them just the way he knew I liked. My moans and gasped gained volume, which satisfied him. He moved down further, kissing my stomach fondly. I was aching for him, and I begged him to go lower. He listened to me, burying his face between my legs. His tongue danced around, touching me and sliding over places he knew I enjoyed. I grasped at the sheets underneath me.