"I can't wear a bra under this, and the wool or whatever it is, it scratches my tits something awful." She wiggled and her boobs jiggled.I nodded and ...dmired. They were high and the aroused nipples were evident, poking out and pointing slightly away from each other. "How come you can't wear a bra?" I asked, enjoying the direction this was taking."It shows because this is loosely knit or something. Anyhow, I promised and the man paid me extra not to, fifty bucks." The man?" The guy that hired. I wish there had been another way. But given who you are, and everything that happened between you and that girl since you were fifteen, I don’t know that there was another way forward for you. Anala told you that over and over.”“And we all thought she was wrong,” I said.“I’m the injured party here, and I’m telling you that I’d much rather be hurt and have you mentally and emotionally stable, than not to have been hurt. I certainly don’t want what I saw a couple of minutes ago.”“I’m sorry,” I. My thumb slides down to her clit - it’s tender but wanting a long firm rub.She writhes under my touch. The sliding, pushing, slapping and stroking. She is in rapture - her pussy tightens around my cock with each firm thrust. Sensing her hard erect nipples are wanting attention, I use my free hand and fingers to pinch them, tenderising them both ahead of the little bites that are soon to follow.The feel of her nipples between my teeth sends tiny shockwaves down through her body. That sensation. And with that we kissed again, with the same tenderness, but with much more passion as our tongues touched and mingled. Carla was always the adventurous one and was always the first to speak her mind or make a suggestion. When her hand grabbed the bottom of my sweater and lifted it up to my arms, I knew what was going to happen and feelings of anticipation and also of self-consciousness filled my senses. She pulled the sweater and the shirt underneath over my head and tossed it onto a chair. I.