She hadn’t even wiped away the dots of blood on her face. Anna walked over to Eleanor, mentally and physically deflated from the night. Like her fri...end, she was wrapped in a police blanket and completely shaken to her core. “Come on, the cops say we can leave,” she said softly, desperately looking for a place to rest her gaze that wasn’t soaked with blood.“Ok,” Eleanor whispered and she stood up, letting the blanket fall away. As they walked out of the slaughterhouse, Anna turned to her friend.. Why, she thought to herself, shouldn’t a woman enjoy her sexual side, without all that guilt getting in the way? Anne remembered, again, the thrill of feeling Philip’s erection pressing against her while his tongue explored the inside of her mouth and his hands moved sensuously over her breasts. Once again, she felt moist between her thighs, then angry when she thought about how stuffy English convention had almost immediately spoiled her pleasure with a huge load of guilt. She hadn’t even been. She leaned up in bed and pulled that t-shirt I loaned her off and threw it on the floor. Her panties soon followed. We rolled up together and made love like newlyweds. She was an enthusiastic lover and a good kisser. One little tug on her arm and she rolled over on top of me and found my hard dick and sucked it to full size in a matter of minutes. Then I pushed on her shoulders a little and she slid up into position and guided my throbbing cock past the soft brown hairs covering her. And I want to make love to you, bring you to bliss, to ecstasy." Her mouth swung open a little, surprised, and I took advantage, kissing her again. This time, I darted my tongue inside her mouth, trailing my hand up the curve of her side, careful to avoid her more sensitive places. I wanted to demonstrate the depth of my love for her, not my lust, to make sure she knew the boundless esteem in which I held her.My hand stopped just short of the soft swell of her breast, and I kissed her slowly,.