“Tell me something, what does it taste like?” Ryan asks.
“Like coconut, it’s hot but not too hot and I like it.” She replies.
“Maybe one day I’ll let you eat you’re cream pie inside me. But guys are too afraid of thinking that might make them seem gay.” She teased him.
“OK smart ass, maybe I will eat it and then make you cum as well.” He answered her back.
Karen sat at her desk; the sound of the futon just kept going over and over in her head. She couldn’t figure out why but she was getting turned on just picturing it in her mind. What would she have seen if she had walked downstairs? Of course, they would have stopped but just the image was making her feel that ache between her legs that she has not felt since Jack died. Also, the fact that Ryan looks just like Jack did at nineteen did not make it easy on her.
“I wonder where this is going.” Karen says softly to herself.
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