I backed off, focusing on tongue-fucking her while her clitoris recovered. I kissed and nibbled on her outer labia, growling with desire as I ate her... playfully. I built her towards another orgasm, pressing my face into her cunt to lap up her yummy juices as she came again all over me. She put her hand on my head again for mercy, looking very rosy and sexy as I continued to lick her. Nivagi giggled as she began to become over-sensitive and tickly. I moved up her body, kissing her and stating. Then I noticed that Jill appeared to have become very agitated. She'd produced a handkerchief from somewhere and appeared to be wiping her eyes. Her body movements had become jerky, imprecise; I knew my wife of thirteen years well enough to know that she was very upset about something.After what seemed to be an age, the conversation suddenly ended and the man and woman, after acknowledging the two security guards, came out of the building, got into a car parked opposite mine and drove away.. "Nah, I'm friends with Pastor Robertson," she said with a cheeky grin as she slung the blanket over her shoulder and turned to wave. A black suited man and his wife waved back cheerily. Then she turned to Glenn and stared into his eyes for a moment before handing him the bag of food. She stood on tiptoe and gave him a quick kiss."Come on," she said as she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the woods.They walked past the old graveyard, down a little hill and entered a grassy valley. They. At first, it seems dark in the hall way, but as your eyes adjust, you can see a faint, flickering light on the far wall, just before turning in toward the main part of the apartment. Curious, you remove your boots and jacket, then cautiously make your way out to the kitchen. You see candlelight everywhere: on the table, on the knick-knack shelf, on the counter. The T.V. is off, but you hear music–soft music. The bedroom door is closed, so you open it. As you enter, you see still more candles:.