I'm sure she wondered whether I haddecided to fuck Mike or not. Of course, that's a decision I'd alreadymade. But, I hoped, she didn't suspect it quit...e yet.I tried to give her my most winsome, vulnerable look. Thankfully, Ineither looked, or smelled, like I'd been ravished. Apparently, it workedbecause she relented and let me walk up the stairs.I opened the door to my room and laid down on my bed.Safe at last!I looked around at the surroundings that seemed alien only a short timeago, and wryly. '' Next thing he was knocking at the door before I had time to get dressed. Sven was dressed in a vest and cut off tight denim shorts. He looked stunning how I imagined a Nordic God to look. He was also looking admiringly at me, I noticed him looking straight down at my tiny pants. Suddenly I felt embarrassed but unbeknown to me I had created a wet patch on my pants which I presumed to be pre juice from my earlier experience with my neighbor and Sven was staring right at it. Sven laughed and. When there was a break in the conversation Prue piped up. ‘Now everybody remembers that it’s afternoon tea at my house on Sunday.’ Noella had totally forgotten. ‘Now it’s not going to be afternoon tea, it’s going to be a cocktail party.’ There was a murmur of approval. ‘So bring your favourite bottle of spirit, I will provide the necessaries for some old favourites. Okay?’ Everybody agreed. ‘And one last thing ladies. It’s cocktail dresses only.’ More murmurs of approval followed. ‘Great I’ll. Bringing his hand up towards me I opened my mouth. He ran his finger over my lips, coating them. Running his finger through our cut, he sucked it off his finger and bent down. Kissing me on the mouth he let the sticky liquid to run out of his mouth. Each time he fed me, our cut i liked it a little more. Wiping us off Mark pulled me on him. I laid my head on his chest feeling safe and comfortable. We lay motionless for several minutes. I felt his hands on my butt. He rubbed and massaged my.