I love licking you, and seeing it inside you, oh my God, it was so sexy." He replied, almost tripping over the words. Inadvertently he started strokin...g his cock again, desperate for any form of release."Oh, I loved it too, I love the feeling of you watching me getting fucked." She paused, looking for any clue, any hint she went too far.Instead, Anthony simply smiled and began stroking himself faster."Uh huh, let me do that," Katherine said while looking at his penis. Desperate to feel it in her. "Water," she croaked. I fed her another bottle of water. "Please, please, finish me. I'll do anything if you let me come. Let me make myself come. Don't leave me hanging. I NEED TO COME!!!!! I haven't had sex in so long. Do something nice, at least take my bra and girdle off. I can't breathe. It's just killing me. If you untie me and let me pee, I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I need it so badly. Fill me up." "What makes you think you deserve to. I don't need the pain or the heartache that goes with the dissolution of a relationship, you know?'"Whatever are you... ?"He squeezed her nipple a little harder, and she brought her thigh up, rubbing it hard against his crotch. Her fingers clawed at the back of his head, and they renewed the kiss, their tongues reaching, stroking, seeking more from each other. He wanted to taste her, feel her nipple in his mouth. Pulling away from her lips, he started kissing down her neck, lazily running his. Thank God her boobs remained tiny – a fact I knew only too well after walking unsuspecting into my own bedroom one evening to find the newly eighteen-year-old Hannah flagrantly bare-breasted, trying on a new dark blue bikini in front of her mother. Needless to say I was not popular that night either, but over time we reached an acceptable, if sometimes tense way of living and life carried on. * In the spring, just after Hannah’s eighteenth birthday, Debbie and I decided to treat ourselves and.