I’m good at preparing it, it goes well with wine, and it’s not so loaded with protein that it puts me to sleep. Or, hopefully, her. I refrained fr...om adding garlic to the bread. That was not how I wanted the evening to be remembered. We caught up, awkwardly, actually. It was strange to talk about a period of time in which we were attached to others while beginning new possibilities. Still, conversation became pleasantly casual, during which she reminded me why I had always liked her. Or, more. " Mr. Johnson you know that I never wear a bra to work because you told me not to." She smiles at you and sighs pushing her breasts at your hands. "Do you want me to take my blouse off?" Without waiting she slowly removed the blouse and you feast your eyes on her half-naked body. You move your hand over her flat stomach sliding it into the waistband of her skirt and her panties. "Mmm, Mr. Johnson did you know that I am wearing the panties that you gave me?" Show me your panties then." You tell. He asked to open my mouth and poured some milk into it and ordered not to swallow it. Then he started to put his cock in my mouth full.of milk and started fucking my mouth. After fucking for some time he asked me to drink the milk. And he continued doing this until glass of milk gone dry.Now he wanted to suck his balls which was dirty and smelly which I said no. And all of sudden he took all my clothes and said only after doing all the things he said, he’ll return the clothes. So I took his. One by one, I taste each pretty finger before I bless your palm and return it to my neck. You kiss my forehead. I nestle my face in the crook of your neck enjoying the warmth of your body and your sweet tender embrace. My cock is hardening again just lying between your thighs like this. I rise up so that I can look at you. Your eyes are closed. I feel your breath upon my face. I can’t help but kiss your lips. I am so drawn to their sensuous beauty. I feel you kiss me back, slipping your tongue.