I slid my hand down parting her legs rubbing her wet pussy, causing her to moan softly, " oooooohhhhhh! aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Teasing her swollen clit wit... soft touch caresses. I came up in front of her. My hands floating behind her. One move and she would be pressed against me, her legs tangled with mine as they struggled to keep them both afloat.My tongue moved over her neck swiftly. She tasted of chlorine and something else. Something that was uniquely her. She propelled her arms to take her. It’s round, pale, innocent. I wear heavy glasses, I have little piggy eyes. It’s a 19th Century face, Victorian, not the perky, fake, plastic face the world wants you to wear today, a face so frozen it’s not even capable of a sneer, let alone a sincere smile. And you think I’m hateful, but really, I know how to smile. I like to, if you’re special. I say mine’s a Victorian face: but post-modern too. I’ve got a labret piercing, the smooth round ball setting my mouth off like an exclamation. She said 69 is pro'ly the only thing shemisses 'bout the Real World. Wanna try it?"Her accent was odd, and she contracted words in ways he was not used to,but the sound of her voice made him think he could listen to her talk foryears. Comprehension came a second or two after that thought, and hesnapped his head around again, making her giggle."Y'could hurt your neck like that, Albert Eisenstein. Does everyone inthe Real World have more than one name?" God, you're beautiful," he declared when. ” “No!” I protested. “No photos!” “No photos, no Tracy. It’s easy. But just imagine, you could have her for a whole night. Can you imagine how it would be to slide the stockings down her pretty, young legs, to kiss and lick every inch of her skin, over and over, to taste every part of her that you want to?” Fuck, she knew which buttons to press. But with the photos, I’d be her puppet. If Morris saw those, I could pack my things. I had to resist... Tracy leaned close and I could smell her.