Linnea is so hot I think you'd have to be dead not to want her." Just talking about it was making me wet. "You know everybody else thinks so, too. Whe...n she let me lick her this afternoon, I could have stayed there all day!"She sighed. "Stop it! You're making me jealous -- and horny." A smile reassured me she was just teasing. "I think I'd give almost anything to trade places with Miriam; that's why I've been thinking about getting a tongue stud. But when I mentioned it to Sam, he looked at me. Robinson (no shit) stopped me and asked what I was charging. She was an absolute MILF, and I'd gladly paid HER for the privilege of doing her (driveway, that is). I told her twenty, and she said to do her after I warmed up.I went in the house for a little while, and decided to go and knock out Mrs. Robinson's drive and walk. It took all of ten minutes and, when I was done, she invited me in for some hot chocolate. God, she was beautiful; long brunette hair, a robe that I'm not sure there was. The feeling is warm and cool, and it moves over her in waves. The heat comes in waves for Julias. Waves of heat moving over his face and forehead, or else up his arms and down his back. The heat permeates from her wet pussy and his hard dick, up to his chest and neck, but he lives for it, he lives for the thrills of the hunts and of the kills. He lives for the nights where THC and Alcohol flows through his veins and lust runs through his heart. Each tiny breeze that is coaxed in by the open. Gently he raised a corner of the plaster. Gripping it he looked into the cool pale eyes and said, ‘There’s no sign of seepage, which is good.’ At that, with a wrist flick, he pulled off the plaster, noticing only a slight flicker in those blue eyes. ‘You may cry now.’ The smile revisited her face. It was Merrick’s turn to smile as he bent over the wound for a close inspection. The cut was not particularly deep. ‘There should be no scar provided we keep this wound clean.’ ‘We?’ ‘Used.