He was enjoying her, her mouth tight around him, sometimes taking him in deeply, then just a little. All the while he stroked her neck, shoulders and ...arms. He was ready to explode his juice into her hungry mouth, he knew she loved to taste him, but he wanted more of her.....They were both kneeling now. They held each other again, kissing, hungry, passionate, sensual. He laid her on the blanket but didn't take her yet. He again ran his tongue over her body, slowly, over her nipples, her stomach.. Where the newspaper had changed ... When it had just become a job ... From then on her work had been crap ... Crap, that was the term that Jill had used. She was right. It was crap! She found herself pulling those pages out. When she was done, she had a small pile. The rest of the book she was proud of. Just not that little pile. She closed the book and set it by the pile. She sat back drinking her wine, looking at the pile and the book. The book was a lot thicker than the pile."All that good. I listened as he rummaged through the backpack of food I brought and began to eat. I could hear him pace in the small blind as he ate. Every once in a while he would walk over to me and rub my clit through my pants. Every time he did I jumped and try to move my hips away from his hand. And every time he would laugh at me rub me harder and tell me how much he loves to watch me squirm. After a while I got sick of the silence how did you find this blind? I asked. I told you I got lost in the. She hasn't been here in months. Has she complained?" I've been talking to her about going down to Birmingham. She was in that other relationship, so we didn't see as much of her then as we usually would have. The only reason she'd agree to go to Birmingham is you. If she doesn't go down there to work for you, she'll quit." She can come down and try that thing you were recommending. I don't see why that means we have to resume something we've already pretty much quit doing. The bottom line is.