Once again she took a taste of my cum before leaving.Over the next few weeks she gave me at least a dozen handjobs, Each time I would ask her for more... to wrap her luscious lips around my cock. She always said no but seemed to get off on my begging for more. Every time she would wear a sexy outfit. Lingerie or just wear a bra and panties, as much as I loved our play I couldn't take not going any further. A blow job for sure but I would have killed to fuck her.After a few days without a chance. We have been living together for three months now. I lost my job during the recession two months back, and have been job hunting since then. I haven't been lucky with that, so far. It kills me to see that all the expenses are taken care off by my girlfriend, and I can't contribute anything. I just lie around the house all day, waiting for her to come home in the evening when we can have amazing sex all night. She is a wonderful woman. She's in her mid-twenties right now, extremely gorgeous.. He said to me that he didn’t realise Shelley was with someone, and I asked him why he didn’t think to ask her.“To be honest, mate, I’m just so keen to get laid, I didn’t care.” We all laughed, and knew that he was going to enjoy her tonight. We could see Shelley over at the bar, talking to the bloke that Chris had pointed out. He seemed to be getting quite touchy-feely with her already, and also seemed quite pissed as well. I guessed she probably didn’t have to work very hard on him to build up. We know what we're doing. You love me. You need to be with me. You've never met a man like me before and you never will. I can read you like a book, and I know what what's best for you..."After the first few sentences had established my meaning, D-Cup's anxiety and fear steadily drained out of her with every sentence, especially with every repetition of "God". She liked the theme of my last few sentences too. I kept the responsibility-removing statements going nonstop. I used NP to pull my.