"Will I taste your cum too?" she asked. I smiled down at her, sucked her nipple into my mouth and bit down on it. She let out a small cry. I stood up ...nd took a moment admiring her body. She reached down between her legs and began to massage her clit for me. I reached for protection and she simply shook her head. I smiled at her. I pressed my body against hers and felt her hips lift to take me inside her. I flexed my hips and felt the tip of my cock slip past her lips and then felt her pussy. His eyes began to bore into her mind, her heart, and deep into her very soul. Suddenly, she felt a new warmth spread over her. She saw a slight smile at the corners of his full lips. His face appeared to be chiseled from fine marble and tinted with bronze, just as her own body.His long white hair flowed like fine silk strands in the hot breeze. She tore her eyes away from his and saw his smooth, muscular chest covered with white hair. His upper arms were even larger than the arms of the two men. But I was. She always used to do it and deny that it caused her any pleasure, but later confessed to me that it made the tight crotch of her jeans press on her clit, without touching herself.Please show me your thong, darling”, I was pleading now.“Ok, just one last time. No Touching!”She wriggled out of her too-tight jeans revealing her superb arse and fit body (she had obviously been going to the gym) and the new thong I hadn’t seen before. It encased her sleek mound like a glove and. I needed relief so to hell with sinning I thought. And in no time at all, the bliss of orgasm engulfed me and I exploded into my pajama pants. I sat on the edge of my bed unable to get Emma out of my mind. I desperately wanted to see her again, to talk to her, to see how she felt. The problem was, even though I’d known her for years, I had no idea how to reach her or where she lived. The day passed slowly and I found it difficult to concentrate. I considered calling Father McLean and asking.