The sensation, this stranger, this beautiful woman is creating is quickly moving from the tips of my nipples through my abs and straight to my pussy. ... cannot help but let out a soft moan from escaping my mouth. She leans in further and whispers, “Would you like me to stop?” My conservative upbringing tries to tell my mind to say, "Please stop", but instead I coo, “Nooo.” With that encouragement, Jennifer uses her finger and begins to trace circles around my large pink areola. Each time her. Home. Little peck on the cheek and “Let’s do this again. Sometime.”I think maybe girls were a little tentative about going out with a guy whose last relationship was known to be hot and heavy. I guess I was a little tentative about it, too. I just wasn’t ready or willing to let anybody else get that close.I was pretty much relieved when school got out and I mounted up the next day to ride up to the herd for the summer. At least up here, with a little luck, I’d hear a hawk and go find Laramie. I. She felt a tightness in her chest and watched wide eyed as the room went from a dusky hue to a contained luminousness that seemed to emanate from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. And then there was the presence. To Mary the only analogy she could make was that of being at the zoo looking into an empty lions cage, while you could not see the lion, you could feel it’s ‘presence’ watching you, evaluating you, sizing you up as adversary or prey. ‘We are Onus,’ the voice said in her head. It. "I thought so," Alison said softly, looking out towards the bay windows, feeling her heart beat slow. "Why?" Alison asked softly. Sam shook her head, "I...we never talked about being exclusive." What a fuckin' lame excuse she thought to herself, her anger starting to radiate through her. "I didn't think it was something that needed to be said," Alison said, feeling her voice rise, not wanting to lose it. "Well, I just figured you know, since the way we met..you know, you letting both of us do.