Calling me a "loser" with a "wiener" among other things. She would watch porn or text people as I greedily licked her pussy. After she had reached org...sm i would be allowed to fuck her and cum in her as long as i cleaned it all up afterwards by licking up every drop. Then she would turn away from me and go straight to sleep, shrugging off any attempts i made to hold her. One night after such an evening i checked her phone while she slept and found hundreds of messages to one particular work. "Are you nearly up yet? You're getting heavy." After a moment's pause - was this to keep the contact between us? - she moved herself up onto my shoulder and suddenly her weight was gone and she scrambled up to sit astride the branch."Come on slow coach, what are you doing still on the ground." she laughed a carefree laugh, teasing me."Thank you would be more traditional comment you cheeky little minx and I am coming now." (oh how I wished that was true). "I might shake the branch when I swing. They were heavy, that was for cure, and the bra I wore dug into my shoulders. I could feel how tight the waistband of my jeans were around my hips, and the way my underwear clung to my skin. I unclasped the thin leather belt I was now wearing and pushed my pants down, gasping when I saw myself dressed in a pair of black, lacey edged panties. The fabric was soft, and it certainly wasn’t as tight as I’d thought it would be. It barely dung into my skin at all. I definitely showed off my stomach,. Her nipples were soft now, but the one she stroked enlarged almost instantly. She took her hand away, aware that she was reawakening feelings that she wasn't ready to deal with just then.She remembered Roger then, for the first time that morning, and felt guilty. She turned her head to see him, mouth open, still snoring softly. His breath stank of stale alcohol and morning breath. A twinge of disappointment wafted across her mind.Her bladder called again.She threw the sheet back and sat up. It.