A soft ding announced her arrival, breaking the silence in the car. She was only vaguely aware that something was occuring on her thigh, just above her knee, when she felt his hand pressing against the inner surface, forcing it to slide apart, widdening her. She found a bath pillow and slipped it behind my head while I sank deeper into the comforting bubbles. They were lying on the bed, kissing and fondling each other while he looked at pictures in a photo album. Thoughtlessly, her mouth opened, a simple surrender, and she felt the hot pillar of his most private flesh pass between her lips and stroke slowly against her tongue, moving into her accepting mouth, filling her there as well. They were vibrators. The high cut of her bottoms made her legs look longer, the halter pulled her breasts up showing just a shadow of cleavage. The washcloth lining her palm felt wonderful cupping %keyword% breasts and pulling gently at the stiff points. The ache had been coming from a muscle in my lower back and she worked it relentlessly with her soothing thumbs until the knot all but disappeared. This attack, this assault on her senses had truly reduced her to an animal with only a single need, a single hunger. |