I missed my aim and it didn’t go in. It slid forwards right between my lips. I held it and rose up again, pushing it back until I felt his knob p...ess on my target. His breathing was very fast and hard. I relaxed my legs and slid myself down his cock. A couple of lifts and pushes and he was all the way in. His groaning was delightful. I leaned back into him and started a gentle rocking. His cock felt very nice and deep in me. He put his hands on my tits again and was squeezing,. I was temporarily distracted by her swaying breasts, and released the hold. the arrow shoy straight through and with a phuck like sound embedded in her left breast. blood oozed out of her wound, and she cupped the breast in pain.for some reason i found it very sexy. her hand was trying to hold her injured gland, making it look like she was milking her breast. the breast area was by now red, and the shaft stuck out rather obscenely from her tit. i instinctively reached out and squeezed it. it. It wasn’t like before. Our mouths opened instantly and our tongues darted along our teeth. I pulled her against me tightly and she wrapped her arms around my neck. In the scent of her hair, her skin, her faint perfume, I could taste her – Addison Litton, the girl I once loved, the girl whose heart I had broken so many years before. Tears welled in my eyes as we kissed. Her she was, her breasts pressed against my chest, my arms clinging to her waist, our loins so close and warm, and all I could. I imagined that hers was a face that could launch a thousand ships. Helen appeared to be around 25 -- my and Lisa's age. Helen worked in fashion design and she certainly looked the part. I could tell that her clothes were tailored just for her. Her golden hair framed her beautiful face and came to a rest at her shoulders. Her makeup was impeccable. She stood about 5' 10" with hardly an ounce of fat on her. Her breasts looked to be about a C cup. We had been chatting for about ten minutes when.