My hands are in your hair, just resting there, feeling your rhythm as you wetly bob up and down on my cock. The feeling of your wet, soft lips on my c...ck, sliding up and down, draws a sustained moan from me. Your tongue swirls around my girth as your head slowly pistons up and down. One of your hands strays to my balls, softly kneading and stroking them. As you start moving faster with your licking and sucking, my hands leave your head and move to your thighs. I insistently pull your thighs. I felt like I had been punched in the gut. I sat down. I stared at the floor for the next several minutes, only looking up quickly every thirty seconds or so to see where she was in the room. I could barely even look at her. I felt heartsick, like every time I looked at her since I realized I loved her. God, I never thought I would see her again. She wore a modest but cute black dress, and there was a black headband in her shoulder-length brown hair. Her deep brown eyes scanned the room wildly.. Muze feel huya woh meri chest tk bhi nhi aa rhi thi but muje kya fark tha mai garm ho rha tha use kiss krne ke liye mene use bed pe lita diya or use french kiss krne lga hmne bhut der tk kiss ke fir mai uske kpde utrane lga toh woh shrmane lgi maine usy ulti side muh krne koh kha or uske kamiz utar de uske black bra ke stripes muze dikh kr he khol nee ka mnn krne ko hua pr maine control kiya or uske neck pe kiss nd bite krke usy garam kr rha tha fir ese he usy grm krta rha usne muze bra utarne. . What if she didn’t feel the same way about me? Would this end our relationship? Was I rushing things? I never mailed the letter and left it in my letter pad. Chapter Four ‘Catherine, will you be home for dinner tonight?’ my mother asked. ‘Yes’, I replied. I had continued to date after beginning to correspond with Eric. But seldom went out with the same boy twice. I found them to be shallow and immature. Quite a few had only been interested in one thing and I was not about to let any of them.