I can feel a tickle as a drop of my juice starts its slow slide along my thigh, and I think of your cum dripping from my face. My fingers steal acros...s my belly, creeping back toward my aching nipples. They are standing hard and proud in the cool air. My fingers are warm on them and I slowly rub them in circles, first one side, then the other. Whimpers die in my throat as I lay still. My arm catches one breast in the crock of my elbow and the hand stimulates the other nipple. I allow my fingers. Before the indignity and shame could take a stronger hold, I quickly held on to her tighter and rolled us over.Now she was on the bottom, I was between her open legs, my knees digging into the bed; my semi-hard dick still deep inside her. She tried to shamefully draw herself up…to bury her head in my neck again so I couldn’t see her face, but I pulled back.Look at me. I insisted tenderly but firmly.She couldn’t seem to do it. She laid her head back on the bed with her eyes tightly closed.So I. The manager (as per usual) couldn’t say for sure what the construction of the building was—he was new. But he said for certain the power was off and they were working on the gas main. ‘Super’…I grabbed a device known as a fire finder and only then did I remember my dream from the night before. A fire finder would seem sort of like a black and white TV to a kid Katie’s age. In actuality, it’s a thermal camera that displays a black and white image on a small video screen. It can see through. Sorely tempted, Tim thought, ‘If I’m supposed to be married, I need to show my wife how much I love her.’ Sliding closer, he rested his head on his left arm and had a closer look at his refugee bride. For an arranged marriage, he’d done very well for himself. ‘I could pretend this is our honeymoon. After all, according to the fake certificate, we’ve been falsely married less than two years.’ Tim leaned down, kissed her breast, and blew a stream of air over the damp nipple. When it became.