Your lips seperating from mine with one last nibble on my bottom lip as you move to my ear instead, biting a little hard on my earlobe and tugging on ...it with your teeth before slowly running the tip of your tongue up the inside of my ear, whispering "we both know you like it" before pulling your head back to look at me with a wicked little grin that says prove me wrong if you can. Taking a few seconds to look into my eyes before you press your lips back against mine firmly, your left hand. You were done sitting behind a desk, crunching numbers and working towards a meaningless piece of paper. A change of pace was necessary, or so you felt like at the time. In the years since you had managed to go through as many as fifteen different jobs: bartender, bouncer, busboy in a restaurant, gym instructor, basic maintenance worker, and once you even had a gig as a male dancer at a private party of wealthy 50-somethings who needed some spice in their life. While it was far from a lucrative. Jack said, “God this is incredible! I’ve never seen a pussy up close before.Especially a shaved one and now I are getting to touch one!” All I could do to answer was, “Yeah.” Mom was very wet and I could hear her juices when Jack ran his finger inside her slit. The next thing I know, he had his dick out and was pounding it! I asked, “Man, are you crazy? What if she wakes up?” “As drunk as she is, if she starts to wake up, I can have it back in my jeans faster than lightening.” As excited as I. 190587755... Soon my gaze discovered her breasts. I don't normally spend a whole lot of time staring at my girlfriend's tits-not that I don't love them, I do-but I suppose a month of Gemma-deprivation had altered my priorities a bit, and I found myself marveling at their roundness and how they struggled valiantly against the confinement of two layers of spandex. "Hey," she mock-protested, "don't get distracted!" No, I think I found something..." I think you have, but they're not going to help.