. I repeated softly. Michael and I spent hours that evening indulging in something so long over due, yet SO forbidden. I no longer questioned his ...commitment and found his willingness to take it a step further,... sensational. I absorbed Michaels enthusiasm while he explored another opportunity. I simply adored the way he thoroughly investigated my legs as he licked away capturing the scent of them, as well. Michael eagerly explored my body as I melted under his youthful curiosity. Clutching. A quick touch of eyeliner from a dark pencil outlined the lids, a little line drawn outwards to make me already wide extra long lashed sensual eyes look even more sensual. A brush dusted in a pale pink blush make up, applied to my high cheek bones brought just a highlight of color to my pink cheeks. Carefully, she unscrewed the top of lipstick and applied the glossy color to my full lower lip then more lightly to my upper lip. Satisfied, she stepped back one-step, looked at me. “Take a look”. You will slide wonderfully inside me...Mmm... I spread my legs, strong muscles taut over the heels, glistening petals delicately welcoming the rush of fresh air. Ah, the promise of your hardening cock, slowly sliding its length between these lips. It's all I can do to stop myself from smearing my juices with my fingers, but you love that first pleasure, that first little dip into mature spiced nectar. A little touch between my legs and a brush onto your lips are whole worlds of delight in a. At night I dream about your touch upon my skin and how good it makes me feel. If only my dreams could become a reality. I hate to play the ‘what if’ game, but at this point I cannot avoid it any longer. What if we were closer? Why do I even tease myself with those thoughts? Why do we tease ourselves with those thoughts. It’s almost like torture, the way I ache for you. Why are we subjecting ourselves to this. Should we just agree to be friends and walk away, only talking every once in a while?.