After a few minutes to settle down she finally pushed back and looked me in the eye. I hope you liked doing that! She giggled and put her hand against...my cheek. Because I plan on having you do that… A LOT! She kissed me again, and I said I think you are in luck! I enjoyed it just as much as you did! Oh I doubt that! She said, then blushed a bit. I think I may have screamed a little. She seemed to think about what had happened, and blushed even deeper. Oh how embarrassing! Did I really call you. It had sparked something in Beth she could never speak of to her friends, or even future lovers. It was something so primal, yet forbidden.What would people think if they could see her, desperately fucking dildos stuck to her own bed, her clothing in disarray and her hair a tangled mess?Beth shivered. The thought both terrified and excited her.Finishing her meal, she checked on her stockings, squeezing the soap out of them. Satisfied that they had survived, she hung them up to dry in her. . and I heard noises from down the hall." she confessed in a similar whisper, creeping towards my bed. At which point, I noticed the protrusion from under the sheet.Oh fuck, I panicked, please don't notice, please don't notice! I thought to myself. She sat on the end of the bed and looked me in the eye, then turned to the television to see what I was watching."Hmmm, nice." She said dismissively, turning back to me and noticing my stiff cock making a tent of the sheet. She pretended not to. At first she blamed herself, as she always does. Then she blamed me and started to find faults in me. She convinced herself that she never loved me. She needed those lies to tarnish my image in her heart. Slowly, she killed the caring, cheesy person that I had awoken in her.However, at that moment she could not bear to see me in distress and she broke down with me. Her hands were running slowly up into my curly hair and down over my think shoulders and along my strong arms and around my brawny.