Soft hands were now rubbing my shoulder and tummy, the hand on my tummy easing lower to the waistband of my soft leather thong. I could help but smil... and murmured. “Oh fuck baby, this is wonderf……………….oh sorry!” I giggled softly. “I’m not meant to be speaking!” I deliberately whispered out loud the last sentence before purring contentedly as the hands and lips continued to perform their magic on my bare skin. I was now writhing about as I stood, almost dancing without moving my feet and I. I stopped. I wanted to finish of course but the idea that I was hurting Diane and not pleasuring her was unacceptable to me. I did not enjoy that, so I stopped. I apologized for hurting her and she apologized for not being able to take it. We did achieve penetration, but I was unable to climax as she couldn’t tolerate it. Over the next few months Diane and I continued to work on her pussy. She was tolerating being fingered and licked to orgasm just fine. And she went down on me. She had no. ” He thrust himself in her and she felt it release. She screamed. “Aaaaah !” The sound of her ecstasy tore into the night, echoing off the trees and stirring beasts from their slumber. It didn’t stop. The surge intensified, and wave upon wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over her. He was breathing harder now. Every time he entered her he grunted and she loved the sound of him in her ear. He pulled up suddenly. As he did, she saw his face contorting. He was changing. It was all in flashes. "Bonnie!" I shouted and held up the bowl for her to see, then set it on the grass by the fence.My watch said it was almost eight and it was starting to turn dark. It had been a very long day and I was really beat. I planned to crash as soon as I was done eating. Microwave food is tolerable but it's never really very good. Still, it filled me up. I read a few pages of de Waal's book as I ate. I was intrigued by how genetically similar bonobos, chimps and humans were.Unable to fight off the.