Sometimes, she would quickly run her fingers through the hair on my head before returning it to my chest.I broke the kiss and went back to resting my ...ack against the wall. I slipped my hand out of her shirt and laced my fingers in hers again. I had no doubt where this was going, but I couldn't resist savoring the feeling of being on the brink."I don't have a girl back in Boston. After my mom died, I went into a mild depression that lasted until January. I had a girlfriend when my mom died who. The look on her face was anything but shy innocence when she said, “I want to make love to you with my body like you just made love to me with that song.”We took turns removing articles of clothing from each other until we stood naked, letting our eyes explore and feast upon the objects of our desires. Aside from being a couple of inches taller, her beautiful body was a copy of her mother’s. She reached up to take my face in her hands and pull it down to meet her lips. I held her shoulders and. As i guided my cock towards her pussy it slipped for the first time i applied some force and this time my top portion was bit inside her pussy she tried to shout but i suddenly put my hand on her mouth and asked her dont worry you might feel some pain but it will be for 1 minute and then you will be in heaven..she sisnt said anything and hugged me and starting kissing me .Mean time i pushed mu cock further and this time it was almost in her pink pussy tearing apart the walls of her pussy i cant. I stayed in bed until the sun's last rays had disappeared over the horizon. Grace had not come home. There was a note by the bed. 'I will be home late; I have a few things at work that I need to finish. Yours, Grace.'I was grateful for the lengthened moment of peace. My desire to feed was the foremost thought in my life. Sex with Grace had heightened my need to feed. I was skirting disaster, certain that if I bedded Grace again tonight, I would have her blood coursing through my digestive.