I spread my legs further apart and started pumping up against your hand. Every so often you stopped to squeeze and rub my clit which you know is my w...akness. With each caress of my engorged clit you slid your fingers into an even wetter pussy. I could tell you were getting off hearing all the noises of the park and the soft moans I couldn’t stop from coming out of my mouth. You started to have fun with it licking my nipples and rubbing my wet pussy juice on them to lick off. Suddenly you. There I was, a stunningly beautiful blonde, in a little silk black dress, black silk stockings, and four inch patent leather stiletto heels. As I walked I felt the grazing of my skirt, brushing against my little lace panties. My walk was graceful now, my hips had filled out with the hormones that I was fed daily. Gone was my familiar bulge between my legs. My little lace panties hid more of what they did to me. I woke up one day in the ‘school’ only to find myself in an operation room. One of. “Wont your boyfriend mind” I asked, secretly hoping she wouldn't say “Oh yes your right, I had better stop”. “No” she said “Ive already text him letting him know my intentions and he is more than happy with it, as long as I tell him all about it later when we are fucking” She then just dropped, took my cock in here mouth and sucked it, licking the length and tip as she did. And I dont mean she just gave me a blow job, I mean, she sucked it like nothing before. I noticed she had her hand. And you begin to feel resentful because you're not getting it. It's how human beings are. But the problem is that it changes the dynamic of the relationship. Instead of me being someone who helps you get what you want, I start being someone who stops you getting what you want. I become the enemy. Now you have to fight me in order to have the relationship your way." And vice versa." And vice versa. And that makes us both less willing to compromise. And that doesn't help things."He nodded. "It's.