My pussy was already leaking juices.My ex then turned me towards himself and got to see my boobs almost after 6 years. He kissed them like animals and... gave me 2-3 love bites over them. He kissed me all over my navel, then back to my boobs, and then started fingering my cunt. I had already come twice but still, I was enjoying his every touch.Kishore kissed me wildly and poked his dick near my pussy. My body instantly raised just with the touch of it and he knew that I was gonna enjoy every bit. I want you to make me feel safe, tonight.”“Don’t transform, then?” He smiled, leaning back on his couch, and watching the ridiculously gorgeous woman stand there in a short skirt, thong, and nipple pasties. Like a skill, she’d gone from sad to horny in seconds.“What? Fuck that, definitely transform. I want to disappear from the world for a while, beneath my boyfriend’s giant body. Just, hide away inside your shadow.”He choked on a chuckle. “Sometimes I think you’re only dating me because I can. Helen promised to 'obey' – which I hadn't expected – when I asked later ;"What can I say? I'm an old-fashioned girl."Greg spoke briefly and movingly about working at being in love, and honesty, and facing problems together. The choir was good, as was the organist, though I was a little taken aback as we left the church; he played 'Wedding day at Troldhaugen' on the piano, rather than the organ.At the reception – I think it's reasonable to call it that, though I hadn't really expected there to. I know I have to have the stupidest grin on my face because all he can do is stare. He tells me, “Let’s go….let’s find a place that is just for us.” I start to pull out and I can feel his eyes on me. My skin is tingling, my heart racing, it takes all that I have to concentrate on driving. I can feel the warmth of his body in the seat next to mine. His masculine scent is filling my car and my senses. GOD but I feel like a hormonal teenager on her first date. This is not me by any means, but just.