She seemed to appreciate it again today as I took her in my arms. I so love looking into her eyes. She is such a sexy little bitch. Her gasp as I sque...zed a nipple was oh, so sweet to my ears. Her door hadn’t shut before I was lifting the edge of her skirt. I so loved the feel of the top of those fishnet stockings; they ended mid thigh. Inwardly I smiled as our tongues danced together and I bit her lip as my fingers found her pussy. She’s such a slut… crotch-less panties. Her pussy was dripping. One boob at a time, Thomas squeezed and tenderly massaged before lingering on each nipple until it was rock hard. There was a warm smile on her face and Betsy loved that inter-dimensional feeling of being half asleep. Suddenly her heart skipped a few beats when she felt something hard stirring against the back of her legs.She remembered not wanting to open her eyes so she laid still wishing for more lovely embraces. His hand moved from her heaving chest to her tummy, which was going in and out. The first morning I knocked on her door, no answer. I knocked again, no answer. I slowly opened the door and said "Julia time to get up". Nothing, she was dead to the world. I walked in her room and touched her shoulder gently and said, "Julia time to wake up" She rolled onto her back and moaned. She was wearing a T-shirt and shorts and the covers only went up to her waist. I continued to gently shake her shoulder and try to wake her. I couldn't help but notice her beautiful braless c-cup. “Quiet, now. Spread your legs properly. Attagirl. So eager. And already wet. Won’t be long before you make a mess, will it?”She replied with a wordless moan.You felt that sound deep in the pit of your stomach.“Now, where should we start? Hmm? Maybe…at the very bottom?”You squirmed on your mattress when she gasped a little ‘haah!’ and then giggled again but you couldn’t guess what he might have done to provoke that reaction. Holding your breath, you listened harder.“That’s why you’re so obsessed.