When I re-entered, I felt like every man on the planet who has ever had to wear a condom, I appreciated the protection but hated that sort of "numb" f...eling. I was again becoming aware of my performance and didn't want “Mr softy” to return. I slid back inside her immediately and began some slow and rhythmic thrusts. That seemed to work. With each glide in and out, I tried to be as creative as I could. I contorted, twisted and rotated. I began reacting to her body's reactions and did more of. All day she had to fight the urge to go to the part of the building where Karen worked. Just to see her. Maybe to get her alone somewhere. In the bathroom. And touch her. And slip a hand into her groin, or free one of her fantastic, beautiful breasts and suck it.Laura got wet just thinking of it. And more angry with herself. You're not that way! she told herself. You're not a lesbian! Why do you want her? You like men! You need a man to fuck you. And I mean, really fuck you. Rape you. That's. ”“So what do I do?”Emi paused for a moment before responding, “I’ll help you out, I’ll give you advice, I’ll get you laid.”The offer was too good to be true in Todd’s opinion, “But what do I have to do in return?”Emi smiled, “I just want this,” she ran her hands up and down his shaft, “if you’re not in any sort of committed relationship, I want my share of this dick, and maybe the occasional food date doesn’t sound half bad either.”Todd sighed a breath of relief, “Dinner and sex? That’s a good. I got some courage and I slowly pressed her left boob. Aaaaah such a soft boob; with that my fluid started to flow in my cock. I can’t bear this and I tasted my own fluid while pressing her boob. She didn’t react at all. I don’t know whether she is awake. I got courage and slowly moved my hand to the right boob. I started pressing her boobs on top of her nighty.I’m in full mood. Now I inserted my hand inside her nighty and touched her bra. Ooooh I don’t know how to control. I inserted inside.