He tells me to wait, that I will enjoy what is happening. ‘Just feel,’ he whispers. I lightly moan, whispering his name, letting him know I will b... patient. Again his lips find his way to that spot on my neck, and his tongue reaches out licking me there. Leaning my head to the side to give him more access, I simply relax under his touch. He moves off of me and is sitting on the side of the bed. ‘Close your eyes, Molly…You will love what is next,’ speaking the words softly into my ear. I feel. " Uh... just a kid in Amy's class," she lied, trying to think quickly, "he fell and hurt himself at the class play." Was it serious?" asked her puzzled husband."No, as it turned out, but he scared us all half to death. I guess that's why he was in my dream."Satisfied with her answer, Terry turned over to go back to sleep.Angilee got little sleep the rest of the night. Twice her hand wandered between her legs to provide some relief from the emotional powder keg she had become, but she had never. ”I twitched and moaned as I felt my pussy try desperately to adapt to this massive piece meat that was sitting inside of it. He barely gave me a minute before he started to roughly pound me. My eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head as I felt him quickly pull out and then ram it back in. Every thrust was coming faster and harder than the last. If I hadn't been dead center in the bed I'd been worried about him fucking me off of it.He spread my legs wide as he could pull them before putting. This I interpreted at the time as owing to a superabundance of unsatisfied sexual desire. Still, I fantasized about women, and was attracted solely to their bodies. I did eventually have sex with women, and I enjoyed it so much I assumed the result would be the disappearance of these urges and practices. I was right. However, a bit later, I experienced an almost irresistible urge to have sex with a man. I had no idea where this came from, or what to do about it, save to resist, which I did. .