My cock was half hard, thick and warm, a drop or two of nectar on the tip. I began to feel her legs through her jeans, running my hands up and down th...em, touching her lightly. I sensed that she was warm inside also, from the soft teary look in her eyes. Now, I ranged my hands upward to her behind, tight in the jeans. I was feeling her ass cheeks, squeezing them, one at a time. Now, I was parting them, putting tension into her ass-hole and pubic mound, and I pulled the outer cunt-lips apart,. Right now, weve got the whole house to ourselves, though, and particularly the master bedroom, darling. Lets use them. Im waiting for you there, my love, waiting on the bed with one of your romance novels. Im not reading it, not really, anyway, Im just browsing, really, seeing whether its just a kissing book or whether its about a bedroom pirate and what he does with his one-eyed trouser snake. Well, theres no mention of marbled steps and canopied beds and heaving breasts, honey, but I cant. "I'm Doris. Thanks for driving down." My pleasure. Now, you said something about a cabinet door thatwouldn't shut." Dorisopened the door and motioned for him to step inside. Brian was just ashe had describedhimself. He stepped into the entryway, giving her a chance to get agood look at him fromthe back. A tool belt was hitched around his waist and slung to theside. It framed the topand side of his Wrangler's. Doris' eyes locked in on scene. "So whereis this cabinetdoor?" She looked up and. The buzz in her brain continued even after he pulled away. He laid next to her, watching as she returned to reality. As he pulled her lower lip down slightly with his finger, her mouth automatically opened. He delicately slid the cold soft pulp between her expectant lips. She swished it around in her mouth, trying to discern its identity. Could she guess what was in her mouth? That was the game. The session was an exercise in sensory deprivation and accentuation. The black silk scarf covering.