Do you mind?”“No. I just am not used to the idea of just laying around while a beautiful woman sucks on my cock.”“Well you better get used to ...it. I love you, and I love your mouth and what it does for me, but right now I want to love your dick.”And with that she began to kiss my now throbbing shaft. She kissed it from tip to base and back. She kissed every inch of it, all the way around. She was slow and methodical and thorough. She licked my balls and got them soaking wet, and then she sucked. ” “I’ve ruined what we had. All the mystery, the sensuality, it’s all gone. Everything that we started this experience for is all gone.” Kevin folded his paper. “Sometimes the workings of your mind escape me,” he admitted. “The Halloween Party,” she explained gently. “That whole experience. We’ve all seen and been with each other. Now there’s no curiosity or exciting build-up. We’re just going to get together and screw. It’s nothing like what we experienced in Chicago.” “We’ve moved beyond. ’ ‘You’re a soccer player?’ John felt her hand on his leg. ‘I love soccer players. I love the muscles in their legs.’ And her hand slid farther up his leg, sliding over the crotch of his jeans pressing down on his hardening cock. ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ he thought. He’d never been in a situation where he was trying to avoid the advances of a woman. Claire was cute, she had a nice athletic body, her tight shirt molded to a flat stomach and fit the forms of her breasts snuggly. Her makeup. ” He spread his legs and leaned his weight forward onto the balls of his feet, all slight and hopefully not noticeable. “Which means you knew she wasn’t here. Which means you just lied to me.”Slowly, her annoyed face shifted into a playful grin, the sort a cat might make before finishing off a terrified mouse.“You’re right, of course. Silly me, I should have thought of another lie, but I didn’t expect to run into you. Aren’t you still recovering?”He ground his teeth and glared at her. “I’m.