I let go of her belt, and with one hand begin to remove her blouse. Each button giving away fairly easily, with my other hand still teasing at her pan...ties. Dragging my fingernails along the cotton fabric, she grinds a little onto my hand, wanting more friction. When I manage to remove all her buttons, she pulls it off, taking her belt off herself, as her skirt falls away from her hips. Gently she guides me onto my back, so she can straddle me, her legs on either side of me, her hips grinding.. Running on only his innate self-preservation, he sucked on her breast, her nipples, and neck. Writhing between her legs, she dug her heels into his thighs firmly for more. Their tongues danced as her nails dug into fatigued muscles to raise a venomous pain. He howled as a retort, wretched with sweat, he gave her everything he had physically and all he learnt to pleasure her. Arching her back, he felt the strength of her climax gripping his aching length. She commanded the epiphany of his. * * *Drusilla watched Buffy dress. She really was delightful to look at, her own little living Miss Edith. "I have a little something for you" For me Mistress?" Buffy's eyes went wide."You seem to like intimate things."Buffy self-consciously adjusted her lingerie again, blushing slightly. Drusilla produced a box with a strange garment inside. It looked like the top of a pair of lacy panties with a string of black pearls instead of the thong material. Buffy immediately tore off her own panties. He was head over heels in love with his wife. He knew that, given time, he would soften and forgive her for a single indiscretion made under such circumstances. The fact that he couldn't think about it without becoming hard reinforced that.He also knew that there was an underlying problem, one that surely was the root of this evil, and one that only he could remedy. It was a hardest of all the pills to swallow.Obviously, when it came to sexually pleasing his new bride he had fallen woefully.