She was tired and cold. I pulled a sheet over us and she lied hugging me from the side.We stopped talking eventually as I caressed her forehead. Tryin... to be comfortable, she now dug her face in my chest pulling me closer towards her. I kissed her forehead before hugging her tighter.I loosened my grip as I sensed the silence of her sleep, but she didn’t let me. My friend was awake.She pulled herself upwards to my face and this time dug her face in my neck. I could feel her warm breath as she. Every time he gave me a positive gesture, like complimenting my appearance or buying me a gift or the biggie -- initiating a sexual encounter with me, he got what he perceived as a rebuke or a rejection or some other negative response. I was never satisfied. I sometimes thought I was complimenting him and encouraging him to send more positiveness my way, but there's a reason that there's a mythical female demon called a succubus. We can suck the goodwill right out of a man. Hearing things like. She said while we talked I noticed his cock getting hard in his swim trunks. She said I asked him if I caused that. What did he say I asked. She said he told me that my ass and legs had made him hard. She added I asked him how hard. He moved the leg of the swim trunks to the side and I could clearly see his hard cock. Was I big I heard myself ask her. I could tell right then and there Andrea just learned of my desire to be a cuckold. She said in her softest sexiest voice yes it was very big.. ..4....3...2... he stopped there, just to play with her. Her body in a state of so much pleasure that she couldnt take it, her eyes rolled back, her moans were so load he had to muffle her again. She began to beg Mr. X for an orgasm. "please sir please sir let me cum!" she managed to make out. "and...one. CUM" a wave of pleasure washed over sally, an orgasm of such magnitude she had never felt before in her life. her legs gave out, she was only held up by Mr. X as her body convulsed and shaked.