They sat on the sofa and had another coffee. Deirdre put her cup down firmly."Revision!" she said in her best school-ma'am voice.Mark, grinning, set d...own his cup equally firmly and said "Yes, Miss," took her in his arms and gently kissed her lips. He ran his hands through her hair and began butterfly kisses on her face. He moved back to her lips and soon they were kissing passionately, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. Mark drew back and gently kissed the line of her jaw and as much. “I’ll miss you, though! I was just thinking about taking a shower, and I need someone to wash my . . . back.” I put on my best “dirty old man” leer. “If you know what I mean!” I looked J up and down through the glass of the French doors. She was dressed to the 9’s and looked like a million bucks. Her black curls were pulled back from her face in a very flattering “do” that she knew I loved. Her creamy skin radiated a healthy, fresh-scrubbed glow. She had skillfully applied a blue-hued shadow. “We are so going to jail,” I said under my breath as she yanked the tie in my trunks.“Oh, shh,” she said while pulling my trunks down. My bathing suit was still stretched between my thighs above my knees when she leaned in.It was so hard not to groan as her tongue slathered over the head of my cock. I gathered up her long, brown hair into a ponytail, and then gripped it in one hand to keep her hair out of her face. The moment I had a good grip, she parted her lips and took me in.I had to clench. “I can’t ... the kids ... Heather...” came out in a rush, and she pulled the screen door open and stepped inside. Turning back, she asked, “Call me? Please?”Peter grinned and leaned in, for a much quicker kiss. “I’ll call,” he promised.A few days later, Peter called, and Lauren invited him to dinner. He found this an intriguing invitation and showed up at her door at six the following Friday night. A rich smell pervaded the foyer as he stepped inside and leaned forward to kiss her. “I thought.