She gasped and moaned as I kept tension on her nipple. Her back arched, partially from a sense of the sharp pain of my teeth on her nub, but more from...the intense pleasure that now radiated from her nipple into her breast and out into her body.I raised my eyes to her, her face contorted in pleasure, new pleasure she is experiencing, pleasure her mind is recording, remembering, logging into that database of a brain of hers for use in another opportunity. I released the nipple and her breast. “So, how was the Loveland Prom?” Jennifer asked.“Not what I expected. Not even close.”“So it went badly?”“Depends on which part you’re talking about,” I sighed. “The dancing was great. The party was out of this world. The break-up was terrible.”“Break-up?”“Yeah, she said she wanted that to be our ‘goodbye’. I’m supposed to write her and then we’ll see each other when I get back from Sweden before she goes to college to sort it out.”“And you’re OK with that?”“I don’t really have a choice. It was. She heaped piles of clothes onto her bed, gowns, skirts, all manner of fineries and dresses that her father had insisted she would not need. She was the daughter of a prominent merchant however, and she believed in looking her best at all times, especially in the company of dignitaries. There was also the factor of her own considerable vanity of course, and she was not afraid to admit to it. She worked hard on maintaining her appearance and expected the people around to appreciate the. His hard thighs felt good to her slamming into her quivering ass. Holding herself off the couch with one arm she used the other hand to tease one long hanging breast, the other being jostled back and forth with Chris's hard strokes. She was quickly building to another climax.Chris had her firm hips tightly gripped in his hands pulling her back against him when he flexed forward, her heated sleeve sending waves of pleasure through the stimulated nerves in his cock. They were sending those come.