‘Tease’ I say the word, pushing my lower lip out into a pout. He smiles at me in distraction. ‘Nope. A promise.’ His mouth forms a little frow...n of thought. ‘You know, I like navels.’ I fold my hands behind my head again. ‘Why’s that?’ ‘They’re such a convenient place to store one’s lint. That, and they’re like little mini-pussies for my finger.’ He grins, sticking his pinky into my navel again to demonstrate. ‘Why do blond girls have sore belly buttons?’ He pauses for a beat waiting for me to. Returning to her, she glanced first at the steaming entree then at me and in her cheesiest British accent bellowed, "But I don't like Spam (knowing all too well that any Python reference reduced me to Silly Putty in her hands.) Then for the next thirty minutes, we discussed how a Hot Pocket could be scalding hot on each end but yet be as frozen as Trump's heart in the center. We reached no viable explanation."So...why did it end?" She continued. (Damn this vixen's memory!) Searching through a. He pumped her pussy with his rigid shaft until he just couldn’t hold back anymore, and he exploded, dumping his seed deep inside her.As they slid to the floor of the shower, Chad reached out and turned off the water so they wouldn’t drown. Then he kissed her deeply, lingering over the kiss like a gentle lover.“We’re going to have to pace ourselves, Reina, or we will wear each other out too soon,” Chad mused.“I suppose you have a point,” she sighed. “Turn the water back on so we can clean up,. How do you do that? I know what you make, and it’s about a third of what they do.”“I know what they make, too, Charlie, and only most of them are worth it, not all.” She giggled. “How do I afford it?” I nodded. “I buy Jessica Simpson and Steve Madden instead of Louboutin and Prada. Penney’s and Macy’s instead of Nordstrom and Saks. Lots of ways. I’ve even hit thrift stores. You have no idea the treasures there. I have a corset ... Never mind. I do it to feel good, not to look good. This is for.