I wanted to explain that to my daughters.The problem was it stuck with me. A lot of men might not understand it but I'm sure the women readers do. It'... something you never forget even though you want to in the worst way. It was part of the reason I had a hard time touching Bob's penis, even though I did a number of times. I just couldn't give him oral sex. It hurt me because he always did it to me and I loved it.Bob also mentioned that I didn't want to travel with him. That wasn't totally. He needed to get back to the kitchen. Still, she wouldn't have been that short unless it was a real problem... at least in her opinion. He decided to go turn down the heat. He could keep things warm for a couple of hours. They should be up and finished by then, with the first thing that would be on their minds when they woke up.He left for the kitchen to make the needed adjustments, and left the phone message blinking.The quiche had overcooked, and he muttered to himself as he set about. You looked fucking amazing," he moaned against my tits.I reached back to unhook my bra and slipped it off, giving him more room to work with. He squeezed both tits and sucked my left nipple into his mouth, making my back arch. His touch felt amazing."These tits are fucking perfect," he moaned before flicking his tongue up and down on my nipple."Mmh, that feels so fucking good," I moaned.He kept playing with my tits for a while longer, sucking on them, squeezing them, and I could tell that he. Alone in the bed. Warm. Lonely. Washington was gone. Why wouldn’t he be? It was just sex. Fucking, pure and simple. Except she’d felt attached to him. Permanent. Sex was a powerful thing. Last night she’d been almost powerless. It was amazing and perfect, so good it was bad. She’d have to learn that she couldn’t relinquish control to anyone. Fucking had to be under her control. Or else she’d end up like this. She rolled out of bed. Tugging on a T-shirt that fell to the top of her thighs,.