I shiver and let out a little gasp, proving that I was simply pretending to be asleep.Why had I been pretending, again? I can't remember, but it seems... like it had been important. The kisses across my neck and shoulder aren't exactly conducive to logical thought, though. Neither is the hand that is running gently down my side, fingertips brushing the underside of my breast before continuing down to my hip. I give up on remembering. I have more important things to attend to.I wriggle around to. ’”“That is twisted, Girl. I’m not turned off or judging you or anything. It’s just, twisted.”“I know. So after I masturbated thinking about that at least fifty times, I decided to write it as a story on that site.”“And your dad read it.”“Exactly. There was no sense in pretending it wasn’t me who wrote it. I even had my alias start with G. It was obviously me writing ... about him and me.”One part I decided to leave out of my confession to Alex was the fact that my dad also remembered the name. So let's get started. 1. She's the boss. This really is the number one thing in these sort of relationships. She's gonna dress you the way she likes it, tell you her "opinion" about your haircut/facial hair as well as any other hair. Take the hint. Her patience is limited so when she comments about your hair or cloths once or twice you better listen. If you don't take the hint you'll be put out to pasture. It can be a strange feeling, if you two become a regular thing she'll take you shopping. . My lips and tongue continue to assault your breasts in heated lustful licks. Slurping and sucking sounds mingling with our moans. Your body is writhing; you feel an odd sensation in your sodden cunt. I feel you tensing and I take my mouth from your tit and move down, licking all the way, until it suctions over your clit. I begin sucking it into my mouth, my tongue batting it as a cat paws a toy. My fingers increase their pressure and pulsate harder, moving faster on your GSpot. I feel.