Please...." Please what? You'll have to be specific" he gave me that smirk again. That smirk I was falling in love with."Please...please make me cum" ...the request itself seemed dirty to say to an angel but I couldn't help it. I needed this release. He moved his thumb in and out a few more times."Damn...you're so tight. But I don't think you'll get to cum just yet." He then pulled his thumb out and brought it to his lips. He sucked his thumb in between his lips, tasting me."Mm...So sweet." Then. ’ Everyone in the room said goodbye cheerfully. Everyone but Nate. He never looked up as he strummed his guitar. ~*~ Three days later, I was shuffling through a stack of briefs when an inter-office instant message popped up. It was from Lindsay, our receptionist, who had introduced the system to the firm. It was a lot less obtrusive than a constantly ringing phone, but it turned out to be perfect for gossiping about clients waiting in the reception area, a feature Lindsay enjoyed. She relished. ‘Allen, this is Heidi and Hilda, my twin nieces. They have a break from college and will join us this weekend. I hope you don’t mind.’ Allen didn’t mind…not a bit. Although they were taller and thinner than Gretchen, they sported her same platinum blonde hair, crystal blue eyes and high rosy cheeks. They wore their hair longer, mid back length. Their spandex ski pants stretched around trim butts and legs. The stretchy, tight sweaters revealed rather than hid the fulsome promise underneath.. I would hold her in my arms, and bury my face in her warm breasts. I kissed her skin, and cupped her breasts. I could not get enough of her lovely creamy breasts. She would undress me, and lay next to me. We touched everywhere. My fingers skated across her smooth flat belly. I loved to feel the softness of her body, savor her smells. I wasn't bold enough yet to taste her again. Taste her warm nectar. I touched it, I slid my fingers into her, curled my fingertips until I felt the rough nub of.