"Yes, yes, yes." "Yes to all of your questions." "I licked your asshole, and I pushed my tongue up your butt." "I pushed my cock up your ass and I did...it as hard as I could, I couldn't even control myself." I continued. "I was so worried that I would hurt you, but I couldn't stop pushing my cock up your butt harder and harder, all I could think about was feeling my throbbing cock cuming in your ass, and I wanted to cum as deep in your ass as I could." I said.The entire time I was rambling on. She responded by starting to unbutton the remaining buttons of her shirt. I turned around, walked to my chair. By the time I sat down she had closed the door and removed her shirt. She pulled down her jogging pants to reveal red thong panties; I told her she could leave those on. She laid her pants down by the chair and grabbed a pillow off the couch, put it on the floor and knelt in front of me, reaching for my belt. I let her unbuckle my belt and unsnap my pants. I helped her pull them. The double meaning of his words hung like smoke in a room. She had aimed to pierce him, but his answer showed her that no hypocrisy existed to form vulnerability. She felt guilty at abusing him. He was a very likable person. She needed a recovery. ‘What are you studying?’ she asked. ‘Accounting.’ He answered. ‘I’m getting out this spring.’ The answer puzzled her. ‘I don’t know many accountants who enjoy this art form. I’m pleasantly surprised,’ she said. The toothy grin returned. He sensed. She had tanlines in all the usual areas. His eyes immediately went to her breasts, now sitting out in the open for his viewing pleasure. Much like he thought from his first glance, they looked to be a little more than a handful, and her paler skin revealed that her areolas were also quite pale, just pink enough to stand out from her skin. The nipples were similarly inflicted, but the decent size of them for her breasts, and the fact that they upturned a little and standing at attention more.