With the zipper all the way down, I started sliding the dress off your shoulders. I can’t, you said. Your dress fell to the floor with a swish of ...silk. A sexy bra, stiletto heels and a pendant were the only things between you and nakedness. I pulled you towards the bed. I laid down and you straddled my face, still protesting that you didn’t have time. I wasn’t listening, concentrating on the wet pink pussy coming down on my face. You took my hands and placed them on your lace covered. His legs felt weak. The room seemedto move on its own and now he was naked. His body began to pulse along withhis heart. He grabbed his stomach. Lyle felt hair on his shoulders. Lookingat his body, it was void of any hair. His skin was getting smoother and wasitching like crazy. His member swelled up to full erection. He grabbed it inhis now petite hand, to try and ease the pain. Lyle thought if he was anymoreengorged, he would explode. His chest erupted in pain. Lyle grabbed it withhis free. Annabel’s feet were bare and Molly could even make out the red nail varnish that adorned her dainty toes. As twins, the two girls were almost physically identical. Annabel had the same athletic figure, a pert bottom, small but beautiful breasts and a narrow waist. She was about 5’5 tall with long, straight ginger hair which fell beautifully around her shoulders. Her skin was pale and peppered with freckles around the nose and cheeks. Annabel’s lips were full, and she seemed to be pouting. Yves-Marc Didiere. ‘Shit! I didn’t want to know his name,’ he had thought at the time. ‘There but for the grace of God go I.’ Now Karick leaned back in his office chair, looking out the window and zoning out while watching the cars crawl downtown in heavy Lexington Avenue traffic, hoping that his second-in-command wouldn’t be tasked with the job of dumping him into the river–in this case, the Hudson. Little did he know that his date with a nine millimeter headache was forthcoming, no matter the.