I started to feel guilty again. But then she closed her eyes and puckered her lips and I fought back a smile as I leaned down to kiss her. “Fuck me ...ill,” she breathed against my lips, “make me yours.” I growled and snapped my hips into her. I was so far gone, at this point I was basically just rutting on her. I wanted to cum so bad, but I had to get her there first. I reached between our bodies and fingered her slick nub. She gurgled uncontrollably, and I rejoiced in the fact that I was the. True, the emotions they experienced are the same as millions of other people, but the circumstances in which they felt those emotions were more akin to those stormy seas than anything else. They were so consumed with sexual frustration and passion that they could think of little else.When the kids weren't together, they wanted to be. When they were, but it wasn't a "sex day", they were frustrated. For Bob and Karen it was similar. They got to spend intimate time together, but not nearly as much. I could only watch my reflection in the mirror as I was ever more transformed. She peeled down the opera gloves from my arms. As they slipped from my fingers the glisten of the long pink nails on my fingertips caught the light. Sandra then began sliding my arms into the sheer white blouse, before buttoning me into it. It flowed against the slip whenever it touched and my hearing picked up every tiny whisper. I watched myself stepping into the skirt, which was fully lined. It too whispered. .. during the war." I'm so sorry, is there anything I can do?" asked Melissa, with a note of compassion in her voice."No, not really." Would you like me to go?" Please." He said, blinking back the tears that threatened to pour forth."Ok." Melissa's face fell as she turned and left. After she was gone, Edward turned his back to the door and studied the picture again. The tears fell freely now that he was alone."Clarissa!" he sobbed, "Can you ever forgive me for being so stupid?" His sobs racked.