I dropped down to lay with him. I draped my arm over his body. He laid there in my embrace for untold minutes.“How far would you have let me gone?�...� he asked. My lungs hardened into rocks. Did he just actually ask me that? He probably had every right in the world to know but I did not want to give an answer.“I d-don’t know. You were asleep. You didn’t know what you were doing. I want you to get better so much. If it would help…” I trailed off then. I did not want to finish that sentence out. She pulled her underwear to the side and slid onto him. His Head flew back and his body arched. She sat still for a few minutes enjoying the pleasure of feeling him inside her. She began to move her hips softly, She leaned forward and moved her ass up and down feeling his dick slide in her hitting her inner walls. She placed her head on his chest as she moved muffling her moans. He moved his hands resting them on her thighs gripping them. She stopped and looked down at him. He smiled and. She walked to her closet and put on her shortest skirt and removed her panties. She looked through her closet for a seductive shirt. She found one that she knew Jake liked. It was a pink tank-top that tied tight around the back of her neck- no bra, of course.Mike and Jake were sitting in front of the television set watching the basketball game, talking sports. “But if they ran a full-court press the whole game they’d have to tap into their bench too early, and they’re just not that deep!”. She lovedto work up her boyfriends from high school, letting them occasionally touchher titties , which had grown to small 34d's during the last year, but nevergoing all the way or allowing them to orgasm. sara had acquired the nickname?theblueball bitch?she loved to have them beg her to give them a handjob , butshe never would. Wow, had she been fooling those high school boys and girls.In fact, a number of the senior cheerleaders' college boyfriends had met saralast summer and fucked her when.