That changed everything. She put her arms around him. She decided to take the risk, be honest with him, and expose her true feelings. ‘I love you.�... They looked at each other. They both knew they had just stepped in a huge pile of shit. ‘I don’t want to go back. That’s not my life anymore,’ Marc said. ‘It’s somebody else’s life, not mine.’ They had crossed a boundary. A moment ago they were two people with a boundary between them. Now they had a boundary around them, they were truly bound to. You were watching me so intently, eyes so full of want for me. I knew exactly what you were thinking, Id never wanted anything or anyone so much in my life. I began sucking harder and faster, squeezing and massaging your balls. I could feel your cock begin to swell in my mouth as you were about to cum. I backed off enough, so that I could stroke you off in those last moments. I wanted to feel your cum on my tongue, feel you shoot it in my mouth and hit the back of my throat and that is exactly. As we cleaned up, she made sure I understood that she wasn't in love with me or anything. She just wanted to learn all she could about sex, especially how to make it more intense. For herself and for her partners. I asked her how many partners had she had and she shyly said, "only one -- well, two now". She said, "You don't mind if I keep on reading, and masturbating, do you? You're free to masturbate, too. In fact, I want to see how you do it." I said it was fine. And it was. Even though the. I gently lift your shirt over your head, revealing beautiful, full breasts peaked by wonderfully hard, and dusky nipples. Unable to resist I bend, cupping the right one in my palm. I cover the sweet morsel with my mouth, swirling my tongue over it, relishing the soft moan that escapes you. You arch into me and we slowly lower to the pillow covered floor. I smile as you fumble with the buttons on my shirt. Under the understated navy blue button down shirt I am wearing a soft pink lace bra. You.