He could picture her body. Long legs smooth as satin, the clipped triangle of dark blonde hair. He remembered her breasts and how he would suckle for ...hours. She had loved that. He felt he could taste her now although his mouth was thick with the fumes of scotch. The ache inside him grew until he cried.Scene 2: A Different Interior, Evening.She sat at her dressing table draped in silk. She could hear her new lover singing in the shower but her thoughts kept slipping to that other, older love.. 5 of the chairs were typical armless chairs but with nice cushions. The one however at the end had arms, and almost looked like a small throne. And along the wall next to the door there was a new (to me) couch.Everybody gasped as they came in. The simple ceiling lamp had been replaced with a small chandelier, with crystals dangling off of it and simulated candles were in the sockets. It was even retractable and could be raised so it was only a foot from the ceiling or just a couple of feet from. She reached down, and guided him towards her. She felt the head push between her lips, but the angle was too sharp. She pushed him back on to the shelf behind him, and he sat down on one of them. Straddling him, but still standing, she was able to thrust him into her by lowering herself just a little. Once more, Lakmal kissed her breasts, releasing them from their restrictive bra. Free from the constraints of the cotton, she felt somewhat cooler and yet hotter at the same time. Oh,. I could have done it a few other ways but, he was horny and so was I. As soon as I was (almost) in position, he mounted and stabbed at my cunt missed then stabbed again. It took about four attempts until he penetrated me good and solid. I’d messed around a little too long, the normal little ‘bump’ of his knot was at least twice the size I was use to taking at first. It didn’t go in the first thrust so he tried again…harder; I pushed back and strained a little while trying to spread even more..