Nora leaned over and popped Aimee’s nose and said, “Don’t you like Saturday morning movies with me anymore?” “Yes. ” Aimee smiled that smile only reserved for Nora.
As I reached around to pinch her nipples with one hand I felt a tongue licking my ball sack, and fingers teasing my butt crack.
I brought my hands to my forehead. “I’m sweating bullets. ” Then I halted. “Oh, she turned the water off,” I moaned through my teeth.