Working out those knots as I go, digging my fingers into the shoulder blades, kneeding and soothing. Fingers and palms rubbing in circles. I can't get... enough of your skin. I bend down and kiss your neck biting lightly, teasingly. My hands move down to your spine, fingers deep into your muscles making sure you feel good. I run my fingers up your spine slowly, digging in and making sure to get the knots once again. Fingers moving in circles as they go, your making little appreciative noises. Had she crossed the Rubicon into prostitution? She thought not but she had begun to wade in when she allowed her devotees to fondle her breasts and feel the wetness between her legs. There was nothing pleasant about it, especially when they entered her with their fingers. She also decided to expand her dance role.A favorite act at City Lights was the duet. It involved two dancers in an elaborate, choreographed, lesbian fantasy that would keep them on stage for as long as fifteen minutes. The. But we have never swapped before and we didn't want to start out doing strangers. While we were whispering to each other about how we weren't swingers but at that moment we had wished we were a sexy couple sat next to us and said they were the same as us. I didn't think they heard us so I asked them what they meant. Then they told us that they weren't swingers either and that they had heard every thing we had said to each other. I know I turned beat red right then and they said it was OK and. “Come in, sweetie. I’m starting to get ready.”Elliott stepped into his mother’s room. Immediately he was hit by the deliciously alluring scent of a woman’s boudoir. The subtle, yet inviting fragrances of perfumes, shampoos, and other similar products drifted into his senses like a comforting cloak.His mother was sitting in front of her dressing table, her body wrapped in her big fluffy robe as she applied her makeup. Their eyes met in the mirror and she gave him a smile, making him flush with.