I touched my tongue lightly to her pussy lips, inserted it between them, then trailed it to her waiting clit. I placed my hand on her tummy above her ...clit and pressed lightly, feeling the soft rising and falling as she breathed. I reveled in the mastery I had over her, the power to command her compliance, the complete surrender of her body to me. I pressed my tongue firmly against her clit and began to insert my fingers into her pussy. When the fourth finger went into her, she writhed and. For about a week I did not call Mrs. Silva, scared and nervous about what all this meant. Finally I called her, made small talk and an excuse to come over. She was very nice, we sat on her couch and talked about my classes, my plans after high school, and the wrestling team etc. She worked at home, did “consulting work” so most of her work was by phone and computer, this allowed her to stay home. Before long my dick grew and she could see the obvious tent. I couldn’t help but be nervous and. I felt as if I constantly needed to manually close my jaw, it was so slack. ‘Well thank you!’ she said, not shying away from my gaze at all. Her comfort in this state was very appealing to me – she was comfortable in her skin, but it was more than that. She enjoyed being seen – not objectified, but rather, appreciated. A few seconds of observation on my part confirmed what I had suspected throughout our time together online: this woman knows who she is (and is happy with that person), what she. I love you and I don't want to see anyone else. I know you don't believe me because of what I did, but it's the truth."Steve continued to feel his guts twisting. Her pain was so obvious; it was making him extremely uncomfortable. He had expected her to feel like this, but it was entirely different to hear her say it. "Terry, I don't know what to say. I didn't come here to make you feel bad; I just... I just can't seem to figure out what to do. I want to be able to move on, but I don't know how..