A faint rustle stirred me, but did not wake me from my sleep, just enough to be conscious that something was happening. A sweet smell of milk and cook...ies filled the room: Fresh baked and just out of the oven. But it was not a reminiscent feeling of my childhood, rather it stirred in me a tingling feeling that had the tiny hairs on my body on end. It was then I felt a strange wisp of air against my face. A subtle hint of peppermint that intensified just before a pair of lips pressed against. "What's up?" I asked, picking up the phone. "Max, come down to the club and have fun. You've been cooped up in your house for far too long, mate." "Nah, man, it's okay. I'll pass." "Max, buddy, you can't spend your whole life hunting down those vampire slayers. I'm saying this to you as a friend, mate. I don't want to see you do this to yourself." "It's none of your damn business, Anthony!" I yelled into the phone, unable to control the sudden burst of anger. "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't. It felt very weird as the ice cube had just melted there and her entire pussy was cold! That was a totally different feeling.Then I pumped her really hard and all that I could hear was her muffled cries escaping out of her pantie-stuffed mouth. I fucked her ruthlessly for the next 10 minutes and I knew she had two orgasms during that time. Then I was about to come too. I didn’t care about using a condom as I wanted to fill her hole with my cum.I kept pumping and finally orgasmed truckloads of. Please make if fast, I have got lot of work to do.”I realised this my chance to get close to those tits and hair and started to oil it. While oiling it I intentionally spilled some on her shoulder and she said to clean it up by just spreading it over so spilled more on the other shoulder and she smiled and said “uffff. Don’t you know to oil, you are using too much of it.” and so she spread it herself. All of sudden she turned around and took the bottles from my hand and started to oil herself.