I wrap her in my arms.“Mmmmmm. Still makes me feel like I’m protected, baby,” she says.The post-shower routine is exactly that, a routine. Tonig...ht’s her ‘no hair dryer’ night. She towels that short hair as dry as she can get it. I don’t mind it wet. The downside is that wet, it’s dark brown, not red. I dearly love my redhead in every way possible, ever since a stormy night more than four years ago.Tonight? Familiar ecstasy. I said that one time.“That’s almost an oxymoron,” she tittered. Her. Then, I pushed him back so he was sat on the edge of the bed. Sinking to my knees in front of him, I grasped his twr. That felt good, I loved that, I’d missed that. He seemed to enjoy it as well, but looked a bit apprehensive, so I said, "Don't worry, I shan't spill any."With that, I licked him around the head of his twr. I don't think he was expecting that, he gasped. I think he might have been starting to protest, so I popped my mouth over the end. It barely fit. There was a sharp intake of. ." He didn't have to say it. The outline of his sweat pants gave him away.She hesitated, then grasped his arm. "Please, sit down, that's my fault. I should have put on jeans."Ed settled back in the chair, but before he could move or speak, her hand moved from his arm to his belly, then downward. For a moment she covered him, feeling the warmth and twitching through the fabric. He didn't protest.She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and slipped her hand under the waist band. He swallowed hard. Then with passion she began sucking hard on the nipples while her hand expertly found all the spots in Lorna's soaking groin. "Ohhhhhh Yesssssssssssssss!" Lorna screamed lustfully as she grabbed a firm hold of Phyllis's hair pushing her head further down her body. Phyllis's hunger to have her way soon found her head right between her legs. Pushing her legs as far apart as they could go, Phyllis's mouth drove forcefully into Lorna's brown curls.Lorna's nipples were fully erect with excitement as.