Thecloser he got to my crotch, the more intense the sensations. It waspleasure and terror and excitement and horror all mixed together. He drewcircles...around my belly button, and it tickled. They had programmed me tobe incredibly ticklish as I later learned. I can't describe how it felt.If you have ever been tickled to your limit, imagine amplifying thefeeling by a hundred, but not being able to stop it. I had troublebreathing, and I think Brad sensed this, so he stopped, but continueddown,. I fingered the nipples, and they stood up, just as though I had sucked on them (in another life I had). Sucked on them. These breasts wanted to be sucked. I wondered if it were possible for me to suck my own (borrowed) breasts. I reached under the right breast, elevated it toward my mouth, stretched it, bent my head down... and could inhale the nipple into my mouth without much trouble as long as I supported the breast with my hand. I began sucking. Ah, yes! I felt my pussy begin to contract. This man doesn’t believe in foreplay and frankly if anyone had a dick that thick or big wouldn’t do either.You know you can satisfy your woman without that hug or cuddle or sucking.He then loosened his grip over me and I could feel myself falling down with his dick alone supporting me. I could feel it plunging slowly into me as gravity took care of it.I could feel it hit my walls and go slowly into me. I was moaning at the top of my lungs as it hit the deepest part of my womb and I knew that he. We both ordered a double single malt scotch, Bob's on the rocks and mine with a side of water. We passed the time in small talk until the drinks arrived. I silently held mine up toward him and he responded. He looked at me questioningly and I knew the time had come."Bob, I've discovered Caroline is having an affair." Oh god, Mark... I'm sorry. I would never have thought... I mean... she never hinted that she was unhappy..." his voice trailed off."No, I'm just as shocked and bewildered by it all.