The intensity was reduced yet Donna began to quiver. Not only was the ice affecting herbut she was terrified that he would ice her feet. She thought i...t was theone area she could not tolerate the cold on. She was greatly relieved when he pushed the block back up her legs without touching her feet. Butthe relief was shortlived. The ice, which was now reduced to the size ofa cube, was pressed against her clit. Donna groaned as she felt her swollen clit shrink in size. Finally, he stuck the. .." I shook my head, pulling her in. "Let's go girl on girl!" I said, wrapping my arms around her waist. I pulled her from side to side with me, eyebrow raising. "You know," I started, eyes dropping to the floor. "I used to think I was into girls.. I don't think I am any more. But I'm into you. Is that weird?" My vision slowly dragged up to her face, eyes widening at her mouth, which had become a small, adorable 'o'. She went to say something, but I prevented her doing so by pressing my lips to. She slowed her pace so I could be attentive to her advances. She clawed her fingernails against my pubes gently and then ran them the length of my shaft. She touched the front of my cock head and rubbed the precum all over it. Then she held her hand up for me to see the shine of the wetness. She smiled at me and grasped my cock with the hand that was still below. She held me and withdrew the cock from my ass. She leaned to her side and dipped her hand into an open plastic jar of lube that. Her apartment was amazing. Like walking into another time. Like the fifties. Only the TV and the DVD told me that this was not the fifties. She offered me to sit on the couch. She walked over to a little table with bottles of liquor.‘Can I offer you something to drink?’ she asked.‘A whisky with no ice would be nice’.‘I only have Tullamore Dew, not a whisky drinker my self, I’m a sherry woman’.‘Tullamore is fine’.She came back with our drinks and sat beside me. The scent from her perfume was.