Giving only the slightest of nods, she placed her hands on his shoulders, for surely she would fall, if she didn't.  Looking down at his handsome face, was such a heady experience for Marti.  No man had ever worshiped her the way Jeremiah worshiped her body and soul.<br/><br/>She felt the stirrings of desire, as he told her of his wish to taste her again.  Sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wantonly, she waited.  What seemed like an eternity passed before he finally moved to kiss her there.  He seemed to be waiting for permission, "God, Jeremiah, please, don't make me wait.  Don't make me wait any longer."  With that, her hand went to her own pussy, her fingers on her right hand slid in between her fleshy lips, and found the nubbin, the center of her desire, and slowly rubbed at it, spreading the outer lips so he could gaze upon her womanhood, so hot and wet, with desire for only him.