Venus2006/I

Maurice:
Venus. You look like a movie star.

[kisses her neck]

Maurice:
Is there an old man odor?

Jessie:
Not so much this evening.

Maurice:
I wonder why.

Jessie:
You can kiss my shoulders.

Maurice:
Can I?

Jessie:
Three kisses. Three, I said! And no licking and burping, you dirty, filthy, little shithead.

Maurice:
[chuckles] Oh, you please me.

Jessie:
And you me.

[he fondles her breasts; she hesitates, then punches him in the groin]

Maurice:
Steady! Steady! I'm just out of intensive care.

Jessie:
You ask for it, Maurice. You know you do, with your forwardness. Do you believe in anything, Maurice?

Maurice:
Pleasure, I like. I've tried to give pleasure. That's all I'd recommend to anyone.

Jessie:
You've made me sticky with your slug tongue. I think I'll have a bath.

Maurice:
Well, well. I think I'll run it for you.