I would love to enlarge on this "With Sue" series ofstories.NOTE: This story is, of course, for adults only-so don'tread it if you don't think you can... be mature about it.Reading and writing these stories should be acts of fantasy,and I hope that you can keep your notions of real andfantasy life separate in your mind. I know I can. If youwould like to let me know what you think, or if you have afollow-up fantasy (which is something that I REALLY like),you can reach me at [email protected]... but I. I was giving him some pleasure with my motion. His fingers finally went inside my thong. Two fingers got in and touched my clit and pussy lips. One thick finger started to inch its way into my wet cunt. I gasped and tried to avoid making any noise. I was really struggling to avoid making any sound… I looked up and moved my breast forward. My nipples were now pressed hard on my tight top. I felt that my breasts were also yearning to be touched. I let out a very light moan. The pleasure of the. The sun was just barely up enough to see my aunt and the man clearly. He was very tall and, judging by his straining coat, very muscular. His face was a mixture of Asian and African features, though his skin color was more towards tan than brown and he had no eyebrows."John," Claire gestured with her free hand, "this is my niece Patricia." He nodded, a small smile on his lips. "Tricia, this is John Old." I nodded back. "John runs the garage and has brought over a special project that he'd like. Instead they had a reliance on the delusion of their ambitions.These were ambitions that made a woman cold and a man look elsewhere. These were drives and wants that made a woman look for something better than what a lowly but loving man could offer her. Perhaps he was dreaming, because within the world he dreamt about—with soft hands touching and probing the parts of his face that hurt terribly—love was the only element necessary that bound a man to a woman. All of the other accoutrements that.