I reached in and slide my finger between her lips, collecting her juices on it. She moaned as I gently brushed across her clit. As I licked her juic...es off my finger, I realized I was not going to be disappointed, she tasted amazing. I leaned toward her and as I did, she raised her legs and put them over my shoulders. I continued leaning forward until I was able to place several kisses on her abs. My hands wrapped around her legs and found her breasts. I continued kissing her abs, moving. Just a little more... PLEASE..." Shhh," said Vicky, keeping the speed slow. "Just let Vicky work. It's all good, hon."Tom gritted his teeth as his hips thrust without his permission, her hand tightening ever so slightly on just the right spot. Then, suddenly, she sped up. Just a little. Just the right amount, fingers gently clasping at the slick head of his cock as her fist slipped up.The timer next to his head rang, and Tom yelled as his cum boiled out in huge ropey spurts. Vicky milked five. The emails we exchanged the previous day were at a new level. Knowing the chances of us getting together were remote, yet possible. Ryan risked everything by professing her feelings of desire to Shell. Shell, in turn, did not run. As Ryan suspected she might, rather she proclaimed the same feelings. The passionate exchange that followed was at a new level. A happiness filled Shell as thoughts strayed from golf to Ryan most of the day.Ryan forwarded Shell one of her stories. It was short.Ryan. Except, she had a rule about not getting involved with her clients. Even clients with impressive dick prints, she mournfully reminded herself. The fact was, she knew all their faults and misdeeds. That’s why they were her clients in the first place and Rob’s list of faults ran a tad too long to be considered a viable option. So, yes, she could admire and drool over his image, but in person, she had to remind herself he was just another client. “Did I come at a bad time?” Marcy asked.“It’s never.