<strong>"you're right I would never let you starve.  Writhe though that's different"  <br/></strong><br/>He teased Jillian as he leaned against the headboard.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh please Justin you're a man, you can get the ice cream yourself.   Jillian here though, she's a lady she needs help with everything."<br/></strong><br/>He actually felt a little upset as she pulled her head out of his lap and sat next to Justin, watching her give him a hug and a peck on the cheek.  He was surprised by both that she stop her foot massage and that he missed her head in his lap.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh what, you expect the Ice Cream to come to you, Jillian?"<br/></strong><br/>Before letting her respond, he slid down the bed to sit right next to her.  His thigh pressed against hers, his body right against hers as she leaned against Justin.  The ice cream bowl in one hand the spoon in the other.  Taking a scoop of ice cream on the spoon and bringing it to her lips.  Watching her take the spoon between her lips, watching her eagerly eat the ice cream from it.  He made sure she got every drop and even watched her tongue lick the bottom of the spoon.  It was then he noticed a drop of ice cream on her chin.  Putting the spoon in the bowl for a moment, he brought his finger to her chin and scooped the drop of ice cream off of it.  Then bringing his finger to her lips, pressing against her lips.<br/><br/><strong>"Now now, you missed a drop."</strong>