His lips sucking hard as his teeth nibbled lightly. Meanwhile his hands began massaging her inner thigh. Without thinking, Doris opened her legs wide... and scooted her ass father forward to allow him better access. His mouth sucked hard and pulled the nipple away from her chest before releasing it with a quiet pop. His hands quickly moved to the waist of her panties and, as she raised her hips, he quickly slid them off. His eyes met hers and their lips mashed in a passionate kiss. Their. That reddish-blond hair against her very pale white skin revved my engine, and her voice was throaty and sexy. (What was her pussy-fur like?) We stood in her living room and talked about politics for a while but I was distracted by her strange way of moving her hips from side to side, almost as if she was feeling something stirring in her pussy. She talked about our relationship and how or if we could talk about things and get together and what that might be like. She said she liked men who. I pulled away from her and, looking in her eyes, asked, ‘Why do you care so much?’ Her smile faded. I looked down at her hands for a moment and then, after a moment’s hesitation, pulled up the sleeve on her jacket. I swallowed a gasp and I saw the scars. Her right forearm was covered in what looked like a hundred separate scars. I just stared for a moment, not knowing what to say. When I looked up and my eyes met her, I saw the pain there. ‘You?’ I asked her. She nodded. ‘How come?’ She pulled. ..her breasts weren't huge but more like soft mounds that gave her silhouette a womanly shape, for aside from that her body couldn't help but go straight up and down.Tom came over on that Friday night in a stinking rage, he demanded I opened the bottle of wine he thrust into my arms and went to sit on the couch, turning up the music to a ridiculous level as if this somehow allowed him to vent whatever it was that caused such a bad mood. Of course I opened the bottle of wine and brought it.