Chapter 101

I Never Pounded Your Sister…?

About biting a kiss, the buzzer went furiously and they snapped, breathed hard, shyly looked away as they withdrew to themselves the way children would do when caught in acts of doing wrong.

“We will keep meeting,” she assured him, squeezing his arms hungrily and wrapping up to leave.

Mr. Fanny only stared and was dumbfounded, wishing to go after her, pin her to the wall and scrub his tongue all over her sweet suckling body and also not trying it all, possibly still holding it down for his wife, and believing someday the next visitor he would play a host to would be the formidable Mrs. Fanny.

“I hope you are still with my G-string,” she reminded him jocularly about advancing to the door, she unleashed one lasting endearing, lustful stare into his face. He kept still longing to urge her not to go; as though his breath had been preyed upon by her. Joyfully, he was feeling loved again; feeling accepted and honored by a stranger; a t