I touched all her over her body. I grabbed her boob in my hand and slowly started pressing. It was so heavenly experience. I kept on pressing her boob...s. May be by this time she may have come to know what I was doing because her nipples got erect.This happened every night. I use to go her room press her boob, kiss her thighs, pussy over her panty, I use to lick her. Kissed her on lips. One night I decided to take blow job from her in sleep. That night I did not wear underwear only burmudas. I. He pulled her up by her ponytail again and, gripping her nipples said, “Tell me what you want, Cassie.” “I want you to fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone, Dr. Miller. Make me scream,” she pleaded. Without warning, still in a standing position, he began to slowly thrust inside of Cassie again. She nearly toppled over, but regained balance just in time. Dr. Miller watched her tits bounce up and down and saw the ecstasy in her eyes. He gradually began fucking her harder than before, but still. I wandered back and snatched it out of her hands. I have perfect pitch so I spent a couple of minutes bringing it into tune. New strings would not be amiss but it is what it is. Even with the old strings it sounded great ... smelled good too.I could read the label through the f hole Weymann Flat-Top F-Hole Deluxe Model Acoustic Guitar (1928), made in Philadelphia. I spent a little time admiring the natural varnish finish, 100% heavy curl maple back, sides and neck; spruce top and ebony. Until they moved out, Laurie and I screwed each other into exhaustion at least a couple of times a week, at least whenever I could be sure she was safe. It’s a good thing I was keeping track, because more than once, she came onto me aggressively when I knew the risk was too high. I convinced her that oral sex was the only choice we had; that or abstinence. She chose sex.After they moved, we found a few occasions over the next two years to satisfy our mutual cases of the hots. Like I said, they.