I’m purring on the inside and out. As I slowly regain some composure, I reach up to unbuckle his trousers. His hands stop me.“Not this time Michel...e. We are done for this morning.”With that he wipes my juices onto my breasts. I feel my slippery juices and smell my arousal. I want so much to please him. I want him in my mouth. I’ve never done that before, but I want so much to do it with him. I read about it, and it makes me feel so submissive to do it. I whimper again. Begging to be allowed to. ’ Immediately her eyes closed, not firmly like she was clamping them closed, but gently – from complete and utter relaxation. ‘Sweetie, you talked about being watched … I want you to imagine a man seated four or five feet away from you. I want you to imagine that he is looking at the beauty of your body and is nearly overwhelmed with how you look. He is fully clothed, but his hand has wandered to his groin where he is pressing the hardon that has grown because of watching you.’ Helen was. .ohhhhh Gooooood! Heeeelllllppppp!" My opening of her bra was greeted with a moan of desperation and arousal. I took what must have seemed like ages to get her bra off. I was too busy teasing and arousing her to really bother to hassle with it. I finally got to suck on the hard, milk chocolate brown boobies with dark chocolate brown nipples. I went really haywire, sucking, squeezing, biting, nibbling, caressing, licking and molesting them.. It was pretty weird and erotic at the same time. When my hand slid down her tummy and started to touch her hairy pussy she started to cry. She pushed my hand away and told me she had done something bad. I listened to her tell me about her encounter with Dan. I didn't let on that I actually saw most of it happen. At first she left out the part about Dan's wondering fingers, but she described the kissing part just as I had witnessed it. I told her I loved her and I wasn't angry. I told her that.