"I just… I don't invite men into my home much and really I have no idea what to talk about apart from the weather, or how well you lit the fire or j...st how much I enjoy listening to you sing." She laughs quietly at herself, shaking her head as she looks down and away, a nervous smile curling her lips. I'm scared to move to dislodge her hand, to frighten away her touch and to scare away the idea that she perhaps pays attention to me to a similar extent that I pay attention to her."You're. Her lips were as smooth as they looked in class but the clit was much larger by now. My tongue was on her clit punishing her for what she did to me in class, teasing her into submission. Tessa was bucking around trying to get out of my hands that pinned her arms to her sides. She wasn’t used to not getting her way and I wondered how many other men had been teased by this little tart. My tongue was relentless on her pussy and soon she was groaning in pleasure pushing her sopping cunt up into my. Chapter 3: Number 8 I am lying on my bed. I see the number 8. It's blue, a very peaceful blue.It tells me to sleep. I am doing my best. Dr Stuart and Dr Anna come into theroom. They are concerned about me. I hear them talking. ?She seems to be settled now.? ?Yes, I am pleased with how well she has recovered from the surgery. The connectorseems to be healing well.? ?The bruises on her wrists and ankles are going down.? ?Yes. They will be gone in a few days. It was a shame that I had to. My late wife thought she was a slut. I wanted to find out.Her mother had dark hair but the daughter had hers frosted... Almost silver in places. It made her look older and she used way too much makeup for me. I wanted to make her sweat it off... Fuck her senseless... All night long.I moved up behind her while she took the first sip of her new drink. She turned and stopped in her tracks. I was a little close. She was getting there. She giggled."Dressed to party..." Her slacks looked as if they'd.