And I hate to write this but it's so frustrated it aches.After what seems like HOURS a teasing,mocking voice orders me back to the couch. A hand explo...res my still wet panties and I blush even harder. There are red splotches on my tummy and at least one of my thighs. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" All I can do is stammer. With a laugh my soiled undies are yanked down (ow!) and I'm told to hold them as a dry set of pink ones are held for me to step into. After some adjustments and. I frantically look around trying to see where the monster from the darkness has gone! I quickly realise that the long cold slimy tongue can only belong to him! My fear only played to the enormous monsters amusement, his tongue now slithering closer and closer to my piss soaked knickers! I feel a cold hard claw run its way up my thigh and hook around the crotch of my underwear. He grunts as he begins to lap up the puddle of piss I'm laying in and to my shock announces 'I love the taste of your. .I felt his legs and they were silky smooth...his cock was right in my face...he guided it to my mouth...I took it in...tasty...I was touching his heels...the coolness of the leather was heavenly. He began to pump faster..I was really enjoying...tasting his thick precum. Before long he began to moan and his thrusts increased. I knew he was close so I doubled down and sucked harder and was soon rewarded with hot jets...omg could this guy cum. As mush as I tried some got away. Holy shit! He. Being hurt, and rejected. Just as I’d just rejected him. Steph, you fucking fool. I let my forehead fall against the windowpane with a clunk. The cool of the glass felt good against the burning heat of my skin. And I should be embarrassed. I was such an idiot. All the things I’d wanted him to say. He’d been ready to say them. And I’d shut him down. Walked out on him. It wasn’t Jarod who was running away from his feelings. It was me. * * * * * When I finally moved from my window, my body was.