” Steve stood up. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, shrugged it off, then kicked off his shoes. When his hands went to his waist, I stopped him. “...I’ll help,” I said. I unbuttoned the fly, lowered the zipper. His pants started to sag, revealing the top band of his underwear and a bulge below. I pushed the pants aside and cupped the bulge, which was still growing. I pressed my face against the cloth, felt the heat within, smelled a not unpleasant muskiness. As I pressed my lips against the. It was so soft but he didn’t really remember what to do with it. His first instinct was to hold it until she took it away. Then he wanted to kiss it, more to the point he wanted to kiss her. Any part of her would do. Chris wanted to taste her. Four of his five senses were drowning and it felt wrong that he was denied the last. It wasn’t the sort of thing Chris would normally have done. He wasn’t sure at all how to ask permission for such a bold act. In the end it wasn’t his shoulder angel’s. Then he kneels between my legs, spreading them wide, taking an ankle in each hand and lifting them both high. I start to moan when his tongue enters my asshole. I shiver when he slides his mouth up and pushes his tongue deep into my moist cunt. I practically scream when he licks his way up to flick my clit with the tip of his tongue. He works his tongue around it, up and down the tiny shaft, lapping it quickly from side to side and top to bottom, until I'm in a frenzy. Soon I’m grinding my. “Drinking already?” he asked, spying the pitcher of Mimosas. “We’re celebrating,” she told him. “It’s rainy, so there’s no reason to go out. And for your information, it’s pretty late already.”“Late for you. You couldn’t sleep in if you tried.”“I had company this morning.” She motioned to Sue. “Sue and I went out for muffins and OJ early.”Mike looked at me. I felt a flash of embarrassment when our eyes met, but it passed quickly. “When did you get up?”“I came down about a half hour ago. Get.