He ran his fingers through my hair, pulling slightly. I wanted him to last all day, so I slowly moved to other, less stimulating areas of his body. Ki...sing and licking areas I thought would keep him interested, but not cum. I kissed his inner thigh, nipples, and up to his neck.He took me by surprised, and threw me onto my back with a bit a force. The force was playful, and yet dominant. He pinned my wrists with his hands. He kissed me before he spoke, "How do you feel about exploring a little. I was sobbing, crying, and yes, I was also growing wet and aroused. I dropped my hand to his lap, and I could feel Bryan's penis throbbing against my hand as we kissed and as he felt my breast. I could feel Bryan's tears washing from his cheeks on to mine as he kissed me deeply. We necked, petted and cried for several moments clinging to each other on the bed. It was an emotional release more powerful than I can describe. I know this was wrong, very, very wrong; but never has physical contact. “Oh my god,” she said under her breath. “Don’t stop, it’s going!”Her hands were cold as she touched it, which then made me put my chin on her shoulder as I kept rubbing away. I wanted to do more, but I knew I couldn’t with the primal fear of parent interference. Moments later I felt her shaking and releasing the small amounts of juices she usually did. With my love for her juices I got as much as I could and took it to my mouth. “Mmmm,” I said to myself as she sit there, letting go of my. The barman slid a pitcher of watered wine across the bar along with a pewter mug. Mike took them. He poured a little of the watered wine into the mug and took a sip. Smiling, he said, “That takes the edge off of my thirst.”Without even acknowledging the comment, the barman put down a bowl filled with a thick stew. There was a slice of bread laid across the top. He said, “Here you go.”“Thanks,” Mike replied. He picked up the bowl of stew in one hand and the pitcher and the mug in the other. He.