. I can't stop you or touch you..... my tongue flicks out to touch your cock....feeling your pre-cum....ever so carefully you remove yourself from the... bed...... what feels like minutes .....you eventually wedge yourself between my legs......again you go.... still playing....... time takes for ever... I struggle not being able to see, I can't hear anything the scent of you lingers in the air........ I push my knees together to force a reaction.....The inside of my leg feels your moist skin and I. ?” he asked, “no, not at all vicar, sit over there, you’ll have a better view, aunt Beth was just doing a bit of dusting weren’t you sweetheart” I said, again the glare, “it’s so nice to see you vicar, you’ll have to excuse me I must just” she said as she made for the door, “I headed her off, “don’t be silly Bethany, just sit down whilst I get the vicar some tea and cakes, I noticed some very nice scones in the fridge earlier, perhaps the vicar might like one” I said gently pushing her. But she didn’t want him to cum just yet; oh no, she had other plans for him. Pulling back and standing in front of him she removed her clothes and her underwear. When he saw her full round tits, he couldn’t believe how big they were. He was going to have some fun with those. Lyndsey slowly lowered herself onto his hard and now throbbing cock. She was so wet by now that he slid in nice and easy. She leaned forward so he could suck on her rock hard nipples, teasing them with his tongue. He loved. And it persisted for a few days thus rendering me unable to eat solid food. I went to see various doctors, each with their own opinion, some saying I have a throat infection, some saying it's a psychological thing. Turns out, the latter were right. There was nothing wrong with my body, it was all in my head and by the time I figured it out, I developed a solid food phobia having panic attacks each time I tried to eat. Sometimes I even had panic attacks even when drinking and sometimes, I had.