If we were in a sixty-nine and I was ready to fuck I pulled away from him, swung over him and jammed myself down on his cock and I fucked him. I FUCKE...D HIM! Not the other way around.The next morning Jake and I parted and I never saw him again, but I remembered the way I was with him and I wanted to be that way again. I thought about trying something like that with Robert, but then decided that I'd better not. I had no idea how it might change Robert and I was unwilling to give up what he did to. ‘Wow, your underwear comes of easy with such short stumps. How are you managing up there?’ he asked.‘Yeah, it does, another advantage! I’m loving it, though now I’m sat down I realise that my stumps are really starting to ache.’ I told him.‘Well, I’ll see what I can do about that.’ He replied. ‘You finished?’ ‘Yeap, all done.’ I replied lifting my arm stumps toward him. Brett grabbed some tissue, wiped my pussy and slipped my thong back on, he then lifted me up and carried to one of the sofa’s. Wendy met us at the door and led us to a private booth near the back. She gave Kate and me each a searing kiss before she disappeared back to the kitchen.“Ah,” Bob said. “The Odalisque. You do make love to all your models, don’t you?”“I hate to be pushy,” Kate said, “but would someone please tell me what this is all about and why we’re all at dinner?“What have you been learning this semester?” Doc started.“Oil technique, 3D concepts, printmaking, storytelling,” I said. Those were my. Rob begins to tell me how he'd fuck me, if only he were here with me.“That's it, fuck that toy. My big, thick cock would plow into you deeply, fucking that tight, little pussy. My thumb on your clit, my balls slapping against your ass. Your legs would wrap around me as you begged me for more. And don't you worry, I'd give you more. Sweat would be dripping down the both of us. You'd feel it in your ass crack, mixed with the juices of our pleasure.”His words really do it for me. The air is so.