Next to this door was another door which led into the kitchen and the third door on the opposite side of the stairs was the living room. I walked into...the living room and looked around noting that the sofa was useless as far as DBSM was concerned it was one of those big leather soft types, you know the kind it takes ten minutes to stop sinking in to it. The rest of the furniture was of little use either although the TV was quite a large flat screen affair. I imagined tying Alice to a chair and. The rhythm was steady but not overwhelming. Her arousal was building, and its product was dripping out of her and dripping on his cock. He pulled her down so that their lips could meet. There were no tongues this time, only their soft lips nibbling at each other. As they kissed, he let the head of his cock rest against her wet opening. He wasn’t pushing, and it didn’t seem like she was either, but somehow the head eased into her. She didn’t clamp on him, or try to impale herself, she just let. I came in what seemed like a minute and I came hard. My knees buckled. I stumbled and practically fell. She got up, licking her lips, smiling and said ‘I guess you liked that?’ I was breathless. I had to sit down at the dressing table. She came over she spritzed me with some Tommy Girl. She grabbed her jacket and bag. She handed me a purse to put my cigarettes, wallet, keys, cell phone in along with a jacket. We headed out. I was still a little light headed from the blow job. I made it down to. My parents weren't ready for children just yet, and since they had engaged in sex before the marriage using condoms, they had no concerns of an unwanted pregnancy. The problem was, condoms aren't always safe, and I am living proof of that. Plus being a little impaired by alcohol can lead to trouble, just ask grandma.Through the years aunt Jessica and I did everything together as if we were sisters. If she or I had a problem, we always would talk it out and lend a hand or offer a shoulder to cry.