I pressed them between my warm palm and the cold wall, and squeezed them against eachother. I took them in my hands, and weighed them. I stroked them,...hit them hard. Slowly, I circled each nipple through the lace with my finger. Her glorious nipples stood then, like milk bottle nipples, inviting me into their chewy ecstasy. I pushed her onto the sofa nearby so that her ass rested on the arm rest, and her head rested inches above the floor. I shucked off my tie, waistcoat, suit, shirt and pants;. Then she began to slowly remove his underwear. She stopped when just the base of his cock was visible. She touched it. Her heart was racing as the moment of a long truth was about to be revealed. She pulled them down further till all but the head remained concealed. She ran her index finger up and down along the length. Then she pulled the material all the way down and his full cock sprang into her view. “Oh my god, baby. You’re beautiful. It’s beautiful, “ she said. She took it into her hand. I assumed my usual routine of washing, then masturbating while sitting on a stool in our larger-then-reasonable sized shower. The next day was pretty normal, sitting at home on my laptop and writing for troubled teen girls. I was wearing a loose grey shirt, with the same leggings as yesterday. I began to get cold and I decided that I wanted to get Eric’s large red sweatshirt from his room that I often borrowed because it was massive and amazingly comfortable. I opened his door and realized that. ” “Well, I’m heading home now. I’m not sure where you live but I don’t mind dropping you at home if that helps.”“Seriously Mr. A? That would be awesome. I mean if it’s not too much trouble.” “No problem at all Allie, climb in.” He opened the passenger door and she jumped up, threw her backpack in the back seat and slid into the front seat. He climbed into the car and started the engine. “Where are we headed?” he asked. “Mill Road,” she replied, looking over at him and smiling. “Southwest side.