But they aren’t you.”My fire dimmed a little, doused by something like sympathy. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to believe what he was saying.�...It’s frustrating, you know? Sometimes it’s like torture,” he spun back to me, adjusting the glasses, “I mean, I’ve got this thing in front me. This image. It’s so clear, it feels like I could reach out and touch it. But every time I try,” his eyes darkened, “it just comes out empty. Like a shell. A husk,” he shook his head, “I really thought I had it. They were surprisingly heavy, not at all what I was expecting, although they felt soft and spongy and I enjoyed fondling them. She lifted one up to my lips, "Would you like to suck it?" The nipple felt fantastic in my mouth, and with my nose buried in her flesh I was really enjoying myself.Mrs. Brown, Irene is her name, placed her hand in my lap, obviously checking to see if I was aroused, and she wasn't mistaken I had a hard on which she found immediately. I felt her undo my pants and fumble. "I'm going to fuck your brains out," I said, grabbing and pulling her hair. "You want me to fuck you, don't you? You want to be my slave, don’t you? Tell me!"Still trying to break free, I spread her legs wider with my knees, grabbed my hard cock and started moving the head between her legs, just on the edge of her pussy. I kept it there, the tip moving slowly up and down her wet pussy lips while she squirmed under me."You like how this feels, don't you, Sherry? You like how my hard cock feels. And as Andrea was sitting across from them, Brianna couldn't fail to notice that she was wearing a simple light blue sleeveless dress that was form fitting and cinched tight around her waist, and it had a plunging neckline that had her cleavage looking as if the dress was barely able to contain them.And the way she was sitting allowed her dress to ride up some to almost mid thigh, and it showed off her trim calves and nice legs, and her sheer white stockings.But Andrea was also busy taking in.