He softly stroked such a small area in hopes that he could perhaps make the nipples even harder. In his attempt, he began to slightly pinch them. This...worked. He could tell they were even harder now. He continued to pinch and caress just her nipples for probably almost five minutes. For some reason, this morning he wanted to take his time. He also wanted to focus on her much more. Yesterday he ran out so quickly after satisfying himself. Even at this young age and with such inexperience, he. Then something occurred to her besides the obvious change he'd done tohis hair. There was something about him that seemed off somehow. Shetried to fathom what it was as he dished out food onto her plates andopened the bottle of wine."I like the hair, but it's a bit wild for you. What else did you do?" Hedidn't react to her statement like she thought he would."My hair?" He looked perplexed, then decided to go look at it forhimself. Was he so down on himself that he'd forgotten to comb his hairor. I cried with each thrust, my sound muffled by James’s cock in my mouth. He had reach full growth now and was face fucking me holding my head tight. All I could do now was moan and groan as I start feeling a strong climax wash thru my body. I couldn’t believe it. This huge cock was tearing me apart and making me climax thru the pain I was feeling. My body started to shake and I screamed:“I’m cumming, fuck I’m cumming,”I had pulled back from James’s cock bending down to enjoy my orgasm feeling. Of course, Sir. Why? What's wrong?"My mind was awhirl. What indeed? There was no way Chantelle could have forgotten to tell me. "She just hadn't mentioned it, that's all." Chantelle plays her cards close to her chest, Sir. I wouldn't worry about it. And anyway, they're not exactly on speaking terms."I could hardly think straight. "I'm not sure if I understand." Well, there's a bit of history there, Sir," she said, leaning up on her elbow. "They were lovers." No way. So, the plot thickens," I.