Not an accusation, either, though. His cock twitched beneath the thin fabric of his pyjama pants, eager to hear more, his mouth eager to taste her Rie...ling and oh God, so eager to taste anything else she had to offer. She stepped closer, whispering now. “I like being watched, Jon.” He could’ve sworn that she could see his heart literally skip a beat, or four, at these words. She was watching him, waiting for...what? A reaction? His breathing changed involuntary, and he was quite sure that even. A lot of things about the way she'd acted on their dates suddenly became clearer. It occurred to him that while she was more mature, she was a lot like Jenny – they had the same taste in men, and they were both really into him. And apparently both virgins, for some inexplicable reason, waiting for the right guy. Who happened to be him, he supposed. Jenny, however, was way more outgoing and charismatic. All over him almost from the start, it had only taken her a little alcohol to broach the. Nice and round, probably double D's, perky, no sagging, no gap, they looked so soft. I placed my hands on them and gently began to massage them. I confirmed, they were soft like feeling on foamy pillow. I proceeded to put one of her tits in my mouth. I began to suck on her nipple. I was lost in a trance, her boob felt so nice inside my mouth. Wet from my saliva and the feeling of her nipple being massaged with my lips was astounding. She gripped my head and pushed me into her breasts. I sucked. I miss her anytime we weren’t together, but I got a text: “Feeling Frisky, Honey Bear?”“What is the code-word, to make sure this is my fiancée?”“We never setup a codeword, but it is a good idea, how about ERECTION?”“Michael, tell me if you are hard or not?”“I am always hard around you.”“Do you think about me, often?”“All the time,” I responded. “I love you so much, every time you get anywhere near me, I get hard and think about making love with you.”“That’s what I want as well.”“What are you.