His hands clasped my ass, and I felt the muscles lining his chest. He lifted my tank and sports bra over my head and gently took a nipple into his war... mouth. I sighed in pleasure pressing my breast deeper into his mouth. He swept me up once again into his arms and carried me to his bedroom upstairs. The sheets were cool on my back as he pulled my shorts off. His mouth was on the crotch of my panties which were soaked clean through. He grinned up at me and peeled off my cotton. It was tricky to get the ring off with him still in my mouth, but I was afraid that he was going to blow the instant he was released.Which he did.After, Greedy's body sagged against the wall I had leaned him on. He seemed to have no muscle control whatsoever and when I pulled back, he collapsed to the floor."Oh God. Oh God." He panted, eyes closed, sweating.His eyes opened just a slit. I opened my mouth, showing him the jizz I'd saved for him. He lurched forward, more falling on me than. What remained of the tattoo, and of her breast, was enough to let me know how she had fared through whatever had happened to us. Everything above that breast was gone. Not severed, really, more like ground away. It appeared as though she had been attacked by Satan’s own wire brush. I attempted to see past her. I remembered that we had been out in front of our office, taking a mid-morning smoke break. It had been one of those unseasonably warm early spring days. The migratory birds had returned. , Lisa. She was in her 40s, she lived two houses away from ours and she has been friends with my mom ever since I can remember, "hot" is one word I would describe her but I've never thought or felt that way about her because of how close she and my mom are. She does have a husband and also has a daughter who is a one or two years younger than me but her daughter stays abroad with her grandparents and she would visit only during the holidays. Lisa had always looked at me in a certain way, a way.