The pleasure was wracking his body, consuming him. She kept licking his asshole, he did not know how long, while he screamed and stamped his feet and ...pounded his fists like a toddler. The pressure of her weight on him kept his cock from climax, but the level of arousal and desire was driving him wild. She didn't seem to tire of it. In and out her tongue went, sending waves of passion through him like an electric current. Finally it was Tony who had to roll her off. His body was trembling,. I pulled her hand to my hard cock, through my trousers and asked what she thought.We got a taxi back to hers, devouring each other in the back seat. Hands everywhere, tongues in mouths. The taxi driver was looking on, and that turned me on even more.Once inside her house, she started to open a bottle of wine. I asked her why, and pointed out that that was NOT what we were there for. She smiled, almost coyly, and led me up to the master bedroom. She stripped off my shirt, kissing my chest, then. That surprised me. She’d appeared to be some sort of spoiled brat, dependant on modern comforts, but I was so wrong. She had adapted better than me, a damage control officer whose whole job was make-do-and-mend. — And then it happened. A month or so after the crash (I still refused to justify it as a landing) Lisa had discovered some grain that could be ground and turned into bread and we were celebrating her discovery by having egg on toast. ‘That was so much better than any other toast I’ve. ” He stretched his open hands out eagerly waiting for her to hand over her clothing.Rachel: “Ok, but you also have to tell me what I missed out, how do I know you are not just making it up?” Crivelli: “Quit wasting time, lose the bra first and then the mini, before we talk. Or do you need me to help you….” He sniggered and started towards her.Alarmed by his advance Rachel quickly unhooked her white silk bra and handed it to him. Crivelli brought the silky soft material to his nose and inhaled.