He threw the scrub brush he was using on the dirty dishes, but missed Puissard, who had ducked out of the way. The soapy brush bounced off the smoke-h...ood over the stove and missed an open vat of bouillabase by centimeters.Puissard cautiously pushed the double doors of the kitchen open a crack to peek into the dining room and spied the chef making the rounds from one checker-clothed table to the next, basking in the praise of the diners enjoying his fare. Letting the doors ease close again, the. Together.They stay in each other arms for a minute, then THE man kisses the woman and lies down her body on the bed. She promptly falls asleep.You and woman that was sitting next to you, crawl up to THE man.HIS cock is covered in both, sperm and pussy juices. You both lick it, until it's clean... further... until THE man cums again. HIS sperm is salty... but tasty.You lick other woman – no you are not bisexual, you are straight and no, you are not attracted to her. But she has some of HIS seed. I pulled my white silk robe around me and followed the fragrance onto the moonlight-drenched balcony. I’ve never understood why people describe nighttime as being quiet. Summer nights are filled with sound… the wind chimes on the front porch tolled mournfully, countless crickets sang their songs of courtship, and in the tree above me a bird cooed. Was he calling for a mate? I lifted my face to the sky and smiled up at the moon, breathing in the heady fragrance of the jasmine mixed with the cool. We went into the bedroom and she had me lie on the bed on my back. She told me to slip a pillow under my lower back. She looked at me while she rubbed KY Gel on the dildo. The look on her face showed she meant business.Climbing on the bed she scrapped her finger nails across my chest and down to my crotch. She grabbed my balls and squeezed. I groaned, as much in pleasure than in pain. She got between my legs, now pointed to the ceiling, and began to probe my anal opening with the end of the.