Eventually she kissed me again, harder, eyes closed, much more urgently, and pushed her hand down the front of my tights. I realised instantly that th...se were a barrier, and, breaking our contact for a moment, swiftly pulled them off so that I was as naked as she. I wanted Ann to make love to me more than anything else in the world, to share her love of sex and her love of other peoples’ bodies. Her hand came down to my pussy again, and she gently stroked my lips, using pressure to gradually. She says. She has it all in at this point and leans in to kiss me buying her some time to get adjusted again. She then start rocking up and down slowly moaning as she does. She moving her hands onto my chest for support and then begins riding my cock in earnest. She starts rolling her hips in circles as if she's dancing and grind her pussy onto my cock. After a few minutes she puts most of her weight on her arms to lift herself up and off of my cock till only the tip remains in and then slide. "I'm so much bigger than yesterday. It must be all the sex we did afterwards. All the fucking. I know I get much bigger when I'm excited, but I've stayed bigger, and they're still all wembley inside." Wembley?" Warm and trembly. Hey, if I've grown ten inches since yesterday, and we have more sex when I get you home, will I be ten more inches bigger tomorrow morning? Maybe it was all that lovely cum we rubbed into them. It must make them grow, mustn't it! It can't just do nothing. All the girls. It reminds me of the name of that old British sitcom, ‘Waiting For God’. It won’t be long now. I welcome it. My cocktail of current drugs do nothing but blunt the pain. But it gives me peace, and time to remember. ………………………………………… I can still recall vividly the first night we welcomed CeCe back into our bed. Slow and tentative, exploring, touching the remembered with new appreciation. It wasn’t the powerful couplings of twenty somethings, but mature love with all its’ ramifications. Thanks to.