You should too, Tory. You two need to stay in touch and I don’t think she’s going to make the effort. You have to do it,’ she said firmly. ‘I ...on’t have her number,’ I replied, feebly. Within seconds, Molly was reciting her home phone number. She also gave me the address of her apartment in Chicago. It was on Lake Shore Drive and my recollection was that it was a very expensive neighborhood. I dutifully wrote everything down and later would transcribe it into my contacts list on my laptop. . I worked my hand past the waistband of John’s pants and boxer shirts, feeling for his massive tool.Feeling his cock only made me want him that much more. We both were at a point of no return.I stood up and allowed my satin robe to fall from me.John’s eyes were glued to my crotch. I slipped a lone finger along the outside edge of my vagina, before slipping the same finger inside of me as John sat in front of me, his eyes never wavering.“What do you think?” I whispered.“I think you definitely. A bra looked like what it was - a bra. Anything else would have telegraphed those nipples to the world, and she didn't want to do that.Becca's, though, had never been sucked. Her breasts were firm and round, with no hint of sag to them. They looked hard as rocks, with pink upturned nipples on them that were flat looking, like small coral-colored buttons. Bob stared at them so intently that she actually leaned back a little, anxiously."Are they okay?" she asked."They're beautiful, Becca." he. She had two distinctive-looking stones, and was obviously going to make a spark using those."Let me do it," he said, talking to her normally as he had been all day, even though he knew she didn't understand. He struck the match on a handy piece of rock, and lit the fire.Her eyes went wide - that was far easier than any way she had ever lit a fire before. Using the sparking stones was tricky, and using a rubbing stick was just hard work. This looked so simple. She looked up at him."It's a.