He left it at that, only noting the series of misunderstandings and the negative feelings they engendered. He wondered if he had misunderstood what he...saw at Cassie's house.He reprised his encounter with Cassie at Catherine's. He homed in on his own feelings of tenderness and care for Cassie. Then what she had suffered and the revelation that had been for him. She had always seemed so self-contained, self-assured, but she carried that burden and along with it her distrust of making. Once she felt satisfied that I was asleep, I watched as she slid her own hand into her panties. Her eyes moved from the TV and focused on her hand moving in a slow circular motion inside her underwear. She cautiously looked at me again, and decided I was deeply asleep. Her speed picked up and she started rubbing faster... fast enough that her shaking the bed would’ve awoken me, had I actually been asleep. I could tell by the sound of things that she was getting wetter. When she was really. You’ve earned it!” “Oh, he will,” Tracy promised. She slowly swung her chest left to right, letting her swinging breasts slap against the side of my cock. My shaft travelled effortlessly along the slick curve of her cleavage, until I felt the thick bud of her nipple poking into me from beneath. Tracy gently grasped my penis and pressed it down into the flesh of her tit, tracing a single, super-sensitive nipple along the bottom of my rigid rod. “Fuck yeah,” I groaned. Then she leaned. Even as my cock was in her throat. She then rose up, filling her lungs with air, swirled her tongue around the head a few times, and humming on my shaft, as long as her wind was not blocked by my hard shaft in her throat, she would continue to hum. I reached behind her and slid my hand down her pants past her ass, played with her crack then inserted my finger in her soaked pussy. That did it, she attacked my cock, sucking it hard, going all the way down, back up, then down, licking the head.