Are you a food chemist then?”David laughed aloud, “No. My father kept bees, that’s how I know about honey. However,” a certain sternness crept... into his voice, “whenever I give a little talk like that one I don’t expect to have to repeat it. From time to time there will be an exam on what I have taught you.”Wendy was momentarily frightened by the tone of voice until she realised that he had a wicked grin on his face.The following Tuesday, when they went to Best’s together by arrangement for the. Now I’m the one going “Mmmm.” My head falls on his chest as I now have a fistful of his shirt. My other hand still urges him to finger fuck me deeper. As I buck my hips to his finger fucking, I turn my eyes toward the dance floor and bar to see if the any staff or patrons are aware of our petting. As I rise past the point of no return, I notice a tall, red-haired woman, in her early forties, from the bachelorette party, who definitely staring at us. She is standing near a column across the. " You can barely get the words out. "Anything." My voice is soft and soothing, caressing you; touching not your flesh, but your very soul. "I know you will, my darling. I know you will." My fingertips brush your hair from your forehead, away from your eyes, but the tears that cover your cheeks are left untouched. Then my mouth is on yours once more, the kiss forceful and overpowering. You hear the soft rustling sound again as I drop something to the floor and then my hands are on yours, gently. “No thanks, I’m not really interested in anything,” I said, and began to pull the door closed. He put his foot in the way, and leered at me. “Look at you, standing there all naked with a big hard on. You want it and you know it,” he declared. “Just let me give you a blow job,” he offered.I guess that didn’t sound too bad, I thought. It’s pretty much the same thing that I’d done before, only without the glory hole. Reluctantly, I let go of the door, and he slipped into the booth with me. .