When he reached the apex of her thighs his lips brushed over the smooth, bare skin of her most intimate area. And he continued his path of kisses down... her inner thigh, over her knee and down, down to her other ankle. Gemma was losing patience with Ryan’s nibbling kisses. He ran his lips over the arch of her foot and kissed it delicately. She smiled. He remembered. … ‘On your marks. Get set. GO!’ Rachel called from the other end of the beach. Gemma stood on top of the rocks so she could get a. She is a means to an end, and I plan on spurning her advances.” Ebima’s expression did not lighten. “You know she will make an advance?”“Yeah, she’s not exactly hiding-”“If you know she has romantic intentions toward you, you should seek employment where she is.”“I don’t have much of a choice, Ebima. The job market isn’t exactly-”“I do not care about your market! That harlot beauca has romantic intentions toward you, and I do not want you to work for her!”“Uhh, hey! Newsflash, you don’t own me!. She was sensible and stable, intelligent and caring. A career woman. But one thing she wasn't was freaky. She didn’t need to be. I loved her because she was the opposite. “You’re about as freaky as a pair of slippers and a cup of hot cocoa.”“I know. But I feel like I missed out on doing stuff like that when I was young. My parents were strict.”I wasn't convinced. “You’d hate it. Being hot, smelly and sweaty is not your thing.”“I know. But it would be nice to have one last blow out before we. I grabbed her and kissed her hard,squeezing her fantastic ass and telling her, “You’remaking me hard, and I am so hot right now for yoursweet ass.”She rubbed my pants and teased, “Hold on lover, I’mgoing to screw your buds while you watch, you’ll loveit, you pervert! After they are limp and tired, I’mgoing to fuck your brains out.” Pushing me away, shescolded, “Better hide, I asked Fred to grab towels fromthe dryer.”I barely got behind.