My hands were grasping at her bra, it had been so long since I had talking a bra off a lady, and finally I felt the clasps release. Her breasts were n...ice; I could tell that she worked out on a regular basses. My hands gently caressed her shoulders and then moving my hand slowly down her chest I started massaging her breast. Her nipples were already erect, and my fingers gently squeezed her nipples. I moved her to the bed and my lips moved to her neck, then down her chest, and to her nipples. In. Someone was getting the axe.Em twisted and arched, working her jaw rabidly, shifting her attacker's hands over her mouth. Fingers slipped; her teeth dug savagely into the gritty flesh; grip slackened.Em screamed.  Alex was at the base of the stairs when he heard the scream. He leaped at the first flight, his first step halfway up, hands grabbing the rails like vines. Alex hauled himself up the stairwell like an ape climbing a tree, bouncing from landing to step to railing to landing,. It was almost like an orgasm, but on a miniature level. She then continued to stroke Sean's dick just as she had before, with a blank expression on her face. But in her head she was just thinking about how good it would be to be getting her pussy torn apart by Sean's dick.That was as far as Chrissy had planned. She just wanted to get Sean very aroused so that by the time they arrived at her house, he would be ready to fuck. But seeing Sean's dick right there in front of her, begging to be. “Let’s stay here for a while. At least we should stay here until...”Up until this point, the only parts of my brain that had been operating were the bits that were enjoying the moment; the sensations of being held and stroked, the joy of having a light, meaningless conversation with my favorite person in the whole world. It wasn’t until I asked myself how long we should stay there, that led me to think about why I was there in the first place, that led me to remember what had happened at.