And how blissful she looked as he touched her. And how much he had wanted to climb on top of her and make her his own. No…those were all things he ...had to stop thinking of. After all, William wasn’t stupid. He couldn’t jeopardize his future with Vicki over some crush. And that was all that it was, right? William’s side started to hurt as he ran. Pain. Somehow he thrived on the awful burning at his side. It reminded him that he was alive. {Jesus Christ that fucking hurts.} His head was screaming. She moaned up into his face, her eyes closed, her hips undulating, her loins wanting.Mon Dieu! But she was a magnificent piece, he thought. At first, she had been cold... receptive, but cold... and now, it was as if she couldn't get enough. Something had happened to her that he couldn't comprehend... love maybe, or perhaps just appreciation. Whatever, he reveled in it. He eased his hips forward, not wanting to hurt her with that initial thrust, but the mouth of her cunt seemed to clasp and suck. " "Thanks for the compliment." I said, looking up at him wryly, quickly shifting my body so that I could get his hot, very hard cock between my breasts. "Now, you just let me play with him, and don't let him go off. You need to have a little self-control." I was stroking the sides of his hot, thick shaft with the warm balls of my naked breasts, as the underside of his cock rubbed across my expanding tummy. I looked down at his warm twitching prick nestled between my naked breasts,. I hope all of you enjoy the story as much as we did writing it. Chapter Three – Passion Consumes When they got back to the shelter all the other women came out and helped unpack the SUV. Mike kissed her goodnight and told her he would see her in the morning. As they parted Jennifer whispered. ‘Bring the bike, I like having to hold on to you.’ For the next week, they settled into a routine. Mike would pick her up for breakfast, they would spend a day together doing innocuous little things, but.