At the same time, I start gently raking my teeth against your nipple.While I'm doing that, I drag my finger nails up and down your sides, lightly scra...tching you, but hard enough not to tickle. I switch over to your other nipple and do the same thing. Sucking. Raking your nipple with my teeth. This one feels even harder than the other did. Your nipples are SO hard, like diamonds, so now I start swirling my tongue around the aureole. Are you trying to force your nipple back into my mouth? You. My mother was dead.It was during this nightmarish tableau in my subconscious that I fought to awaken; fought against sheets and terror and an invisible enemy that I couldn't defeat.As I lay in my bed, terrified simply because my intuition told me to be, the telephone beside my bed rang. Normally I am not a skittish person but the shrill sound was ominous. It was my mother. I started shaking inside when I heard her hoarse voice. "It's cancer."The words didn't make sense, for some reason I. Right on cue I heard the card-key in the lock and the door opened. I was laying crossways on the bed, facing away from you so that your first view would be of my bare bottom gleaming in the sun, my secret place barely concealed by the crotch of my undies. I waggled my boots enticingly again and smiled at you over my shoulder with eyes softened by arousal. The nakedness of your eyes on me was like being penetrated. It made me tremble. Without a word and never taking your eyes from my body, you. Suddenly whipping her head back and forth, side to side, all the while gyrating her entire torso almost spasmodically, arms flailing about her, breasts swinging wildly to and froe as she came. She'd seen Rachel come like this before, and knew that when she did, she was letting out all the stops, totally and completely letting herself go, no matter how weird or bizarre it might seem to anyone else seeing her climax like this. She could care less how she looked, and said so. All that mattered to.