His left hand moved to her breast and he pulled her nipple between thumb and forefinger twisting slightly as he exerted a little pressure. “Fuck” ...he said “do that again”. He rolled her nipple and pulled as his other hand found her clit. She was wet. He ran his fingers over her lips and back to her clit. Teasing and caressing her.She tried to turn and he let her, kissing her hard as his hands found her arse again cupping and kneading her cheeks. He leaned down to find her nipples and. .. if I wanted!"Andy realized only after this speech that he was shaking his wife so hard that her teeth were rattling and her head was snapping back and forth. He spun her around once and then around again."No," he said furiously, "I don't want to see your face. Show me your ass! That famous Lola ass that everybody says is so great!" You're crazy!" Lola screeched. "I never - ever!"But Andy had to do something to put his stamp upon this woman, something to prove to her and to him that he was. Several of my classmates had jumped onto the notion of using literature. One wanted to write about 20th century black poets in the US. He named Langston Hughes and quoted "Dreams"Hold fast to dreamsFor if dreams dieLife is a broken-winged birdThat cannot fly.Hold fast to dreamsFor when dreams goLife is a barren fieldFrozen with snow.Another wanted to look at Central America in the Napoleonic period as reflected in the first Hornblower novel."Hey! Are you all literati?" No, just literate,". Still feeling the strange sensations she stood up from her bed andwalked towards the mirror on her closet door, removing her top as she did.At first, everything seemed normal and as it should. She couldn't feelanything unusual and she didn't see anything that could be wrong, but justthen a small twinge in her nipple drew her attention. As her gaze settledon her nipples she watched as they became aroused, engorging and pushingup from the soft skin of breasts. She had always been proud. Her.