"Aw, baby, dat so good, dat so good. What dis I hear about eatingpeople, aw dat feel good?" Licking precum from his seeping knob, Clarissa looked ...up with a smile."Don't let that bother you. Don't you like what I'm doing to you?" He groaned as she squeezed his cock, and gasped as she temporarily released him so she could move a small milking stool under his genitalsand then sat down, her head perfect for his bloated penis. "Oh yes," Clarissa said, lightly feeling each bloated. I felt vulnerable and instinctively crossed my arms across my chest; I’ve always been self-conscious of my small breasts. Caitlin smiled at my insecurity; "They’re perfect," she said reassuringly as she gently touched my face.I felt relieved and an immense desire to make love to Caitlin. I rolled onto my side to face her. "Let me see you," I said softly. Caitlin unsnapped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, then she pulled her shirt up over her head exposing her small but pert breasts.. My mother knew the truth but couldn’t face it. She couldn’t bear to be the breaker of my heart. So instead, little by little it broke, one piece at a time. Until I had lost all hope of seeing him again. I’d held onto hope once and I wasn’t doing it again. Cut right to the chase, my future held loneliness and misery. I couldn’t have made it simpler for myself. I must have chuckled out loud, finding humor in my own self-pity. I noticed a man at a table across the room from me look up from his. Your hand always seems to find my hardness in the bed we share. Many nights I awoke to the advance of your warm palm as it encircled my rigid flesh, both flesh and hand acting on orders, not from our conscious but some corporeal demands without our waking knowledge. Your soft breathing uninterrupted, you slumbered while your grasp held me tight. I would lay back and sigh some nights at the gift of your love while others I would take you, still half asleep, attacking the depths of body until you.