Good riddance. When we got back home in mid-afternoon, Jennifer said, “Let me unpack the bags and I’ll model some of my purchases for you.”
“OK,” I said as I went into my room to change. Lightly I circled her lips with my tongue, each time going a little deeper until I was simply tongue lashing the inside of her pussy as deeply as I could probe. Kisses all around her bush, onto her thighs and down the insides of her thighs before heading back to my target. I felt better sleeping up against you than I do alone.”
“You know I’m naked under here, right?”
“I don’t care.” She replied as she went around to the other side of the bed and crawled under the covers. Now I apparently have you to sleep up against. “Are you sorry I arrived on your doorstep and disrupted your whole life?” She asked. “What life did I have to disrupt? By the middle of August, Jennifer lucked into a salon where one of the sylists quit suddenly due to illness and she
