Sliding back away from her mouth he rubbed his cockhead across her nipples, then pinched each one between fingers and thumbs, and pulled them out.he p...ts the gag back into her mouth and says.. now that's how a good girl sucks cock, but now, i'm going to fuck you. standing from the bed he moved down to the foot of the bed and knelt there between her feet, he lay down on his stomach and started licking again at her pussy, the juices were still flowing. sucking his cock had made her even more. Mum and myself lived alone.I opened my door and listened to the noises that I could hear quite clearly now. They were definitely coming from my Mum's bedroom and they sounded like grunting and heavy panting breaths. I moved as silently as I could, along the hall until I reached the door to my Mum's bedroom. The door was not even closed properly and I could see inside. Mum was spread across her bed, naked. Her legs were wide apart and I could see her thick dark bush of pubic hair, covering her. She almost cried out at the sudden separation. Daniel zipped his fly and buckled his belt. He sent her an accusing stare, his eyes glittering in the darkness. “What’s his name?” Emma drew a breath and gathered her courage. “James.” His lips lifted in a derisive smile. “My middle name. How sweet.” “You don’t understand.” He clasped her cheeks in his hands. “Make me, Emma.” There was a hint of desperation in his tone. She hated this, hated the way it made him feel. It was time to get it over. Perhaps, maybe I was too compliant, too loyal. I was there for Jane, always. Too easy. I don’t know. I still don’t know. * * * As it happens we met once again, many years later. Coming out of the coffee bar in the railway station with a beaker of coffee to go, I bumped into Jane. Heading for the same train. With half an hour to her stop, we sat facing each other over the narrow table, knees touching briefly, pulling apart, and then returning to companionable intimacy. I knew at once that in a.