He watched me teasingly slip two fingers into my pussy and stroke it several times. I looked directly into his beautiful eyes, fingering my pussy for ...s. “I need you, my love.” I whispered.”“Fuuckk, do you ever look beautiful!” He sighed.”“My fingers glistened and I smoothed my cream around each nipple then on his lips. I caressed my tits offering them to his lips. He inhaled in the invigorating aroma of my womanhood then sucked each nipple clean, making them stay so hard they almost hurt. Our. His fingers began squeezing and milking my heaving tit globe, making shudders of lust race through my body. “What kind of woman do you think I am?” I gasped again and tried to push his hand away. It was way too late. Raj squeezed my breast filling his palm, hard, smiled and didn’t let go. He shifted closer on the seat and said in a soft voice, his lips close to the silky skin of my neck. “I think you’re the kind of woman who once starts sucking a guy’s cock, would keep sucking until he shoots. I'm a fairly attractive woman. I'm intelligent, resourceful, creative, feminine, I'm a great mother to my kids, I love shopping and make up and perfume and in bed I am always the submissive partner and very adventurous with it. I am a sexy person, through and through. And it was that sexy person who helped me to see me for who and what I really am - I understand the way I am made.But it won't make it any easier to explain it:When I was a little girl, I was my mother's dolly. Sometimes she. She looked in her early twenties with little excess fat, except for her breasts.This probably wouldn’t be an easy assignment. Craig liked sex of course, but he definitely preferred a willing partner. He was going through with it despite that; he was under orders here just as much as Julie was. He sat near to her on the couch, not too close but not too far either. He didn’t look at her, just stared ahead at the wall. He waited a bit for her to start talking, but she didn’t.They couldn’t sit.