I could feel her hands pushing my chest, but with no force, Taking my hands, i placed them on her two cheeks, her eyes widening in shock, i closed my ...yes and kissed her lips. Wow, they were wet from her saliva and i was just vacuuming them dry with my lips. soon she closed her eyes, and after about 3-4 minutes. she pushed me away.She had a look on her face that suggested her head was spinning. i wasnt the only one in my house, who was longing for sexual gratification. She said “No this is. So we decided to goout on the town."Pierre replied "what fools they must be!, so you are looking for a littleromance. eh?"I replied, "Oh Hell no, we have had some romance already we are lookingfor a little sex."Pierre, we will call him Lucky Pierre from here on, smiled and said,"What do you mean by a little sex?"I said, "Well you know we are both in, like committed relationships, sowe couldn't screw you, but blow jobs are different, it's not like reallycheating."Lucky Pierre beamed.I said, "So. A former dancer and soccer player she was strong and fit, lithe and female.No bra. She didn't need one. Her breasts weren't much larger than mine, young and firm. Her left boob was wonderfully soft and rounded, unblemished, no hint of a sag, a small, dark areola tipped with a stiff nipple that I wanted to lick, suck on, and love.There were scars -- patches, lines, seams and dimples where she'd been burned and torn -- all the way down her right side, to where the prosthetic's socket hugged her. For a few seconds it had seemed like every single muscle in Michelle's body had tensed up and now she suddenly let go, collapsed deeper into the chair, her head dangling to the side, her mouth open and drool oozing down her chin as a gurgling sound escaped her. Only the muscles within her were working hard and contracted with incredible speed around the cock that impaled her. Michelle gasped for air and moaned our every bit of that lungful of air in an extended howl. Slowly Taylor relented in.