Other wise you can cause him pain instead of pleasure. This lesson always stuck with me. I'm very aware of this while I'm jerking him or anyone off. P...essing my ear against his back or chest. Listening for my pace and increasing my strokes with it.Then the talking begins asking him " Do you like this?" " You feel so big and hard" anything to get him in the mood I know he likes it when I talk dirty to him. By now he's pulling his briefs off by himself. He knows it's way more enjoyable if his. She reached out and grabbed a lock of my hair. You should dye your hair. Youd look stunning as a blonde. Because, honey, this brown is a little drab. I guess, I said, feeling a little defensive. And you want to have fun, right? Leah asked with a deliciously wicked smile. I did. That was the point of the honeymoon. To have fun. Sure, it was supposed to be with my new husband, but I was looking forward to having lots of fun. I was hoping a trip to New York City would help get me out of my shy. Ingeburg nodded. "Can I help you?" Yes, did you learn to butcher?" No, I wasn't allowed."It hurt Pelle to see her obvious dismay over her lack of skills, and he touched her cheek. "I'll teach you, don't worry."That afternoon, Pelle taught Ingeburg the use of a skinning knife. He also showed her how to sharpen a knife, how to cut a buck open, how to gut it, and how to cut it into the various parts. He showed her what the covered bucket with urine was good for. The stale urine turned into. Now, instead of begging her to make me cum, I started begging her to stop, feeling like I might pass out any moment. Finally, she did, and I began to cry, tears streaming down my cheeks, my sobs silent."Are you ok?" she asked, pulling her fingers from my sopping cunt, my juices gushing all over the bed sheets. Nodding, I smiled, hopefully reassuringly, doing my best to purr like the kitten I was. I felt wonderful, my kitty self feeling so much love, my girl self mirroring the feeling. I’m not.