The taste was as wonderful as I had expected or dreamed about, but just a little more tart than I thought. But I loved it. I started sucking softly a...s I worked it back and forth. I kept pushing deeper, I started hitting the back of my throat but kept control of the gag reflex. I was almost there. I needed to feel the short hairs rubbing my nose. I needed to inhale his scent. I finally got tired of just part of it, and took a deep breath and as I got to the back of my throat, I just pushed as. But he also said that if Andrea went missing in the night they needed to know she wasn't warming his bed.Like that would happen he thought at the time.The only time he tried to touch her chest when she was thirteen she slapped him hard enough that seasons later he could still feel the individual fingers on his face. Kissing is the only thing she would ever let him do. His hands anywhere else on her body were still off limits.Along the way to seventeen they also had a long discussion about. She sleeps, dozingUpon her islandIn the middle of a carpetTransformedInto a green Sargasso Sea,A waterfallOf blue wallpaperBehind her, streamingGreen meanderingsOf water.She dreamsOf me.3Truncated woman,Crimped at the gatheringOf the sternum,Where the collar would meetWere she not naked,Armless,Legless,Headless,Faceless,Shaded alabasterIn the lightOf a candle erectAnd stationary as a phallus,Shedding more darknessThan lightUpon the subject.4She standsOr reclines--It isn't clear which:Are her. " I smiled as a tear fell..he smiled and wiped it away.."..I want to be with you..." I smiled and nodded "I...I'd like that"He smiled and pushed me back, crawling, atop me. again finding his way bewteen my legs. at first we just kissed and cuddled. This went on for a while...he knealed again and slid off his shirts. I sat up and slid off my dress, he stripped down to his boxers...His hands slid to my chest. Rubbing softly he groped my breasts, I give in, soft moans escaped my lips. and I looked.