I almost feel too warm now.”“Then open your coat.”“Want me to open my blouse, too?”“One of us should. Now...”“Your hands are cold.”�...��So breathe on them ... How about my lips?”“Mmm. They’re hot.”“Well, you are hot. Mmm. Oh, Karen!”“Mmm. Sean. Mmm.”“They stand out so sweetly. I think they like me.”“Well, your hands are still chilly.”“Too chilly?”“No. Somehow, they make me feel warm.”“Well, if you’re feeling chilly, let’s use something warmer. Mmm.”“Oh, Sean.”... “Are you ready?”“Do you have?...”“I. Touch him. Taste him. Smell him. My craving for him consumes me and I spread my legs further apart. He ravages me. I’m pressed flat against the unforgiving surface and I move the massager directly on my clit like a hard cock, with relentless intensity, then slightly retreating, much like his rigid length sliding in and out of my tight slickness. The familiar vibration starts humming within. With his hand on my throat, he pounds my cunt and all I feel is pure heat. I’m on fire; burning inside. A few minutes after I put them in the oven, I heard a knock on the kitchen door. I stepped into the bedroom, slipped on a pair of shorts and then went to the door to see who was there. Behind the glass I saw the only man that could have possibly started my thigh buddy to rise again so soon. The instant after the six-foot tall, solid built, 160-pound brown haired man stepped through the threshold he locked his blue eyes on my chocolate ones. “Hello. How are you doing?” He asked with a grin. . C," he said, leaning back against the opposite counter, "I wanted to..." He grinned to himself. "Well, they weren't very Christian thoughts."I started to tense up.He took a sip of beer. "But Tina defended you. She didn't want me to hurt you, even after all you did." He took another sip. "But she also didn't want to marry you, when we thought she might be pregnant." I had no idea—" I know. She didn't tell you."I fell silent and took a sip of my own beer. The bitter taste reminded me why I.