He collected the next of the remaining albums and laid comfortably in the soft glow of the bedside light, began to peruse the pictures. He had selecte... album marked ‘R’. For her stood in darkness, arms secure above her head, expecting her night would be one long and a very exhausting round of trying to ease weary muscles, she had time to muse. She had trodden this path before. Oliver would have left her on tiptoe, to add to the pain, he was an unfeeling bastard like that, but her son had left. .. partially freeing your breasts so that the cool air is blowing across them.I then move gently from side to side using my lips and teeth until the material falls away completely... reavealing your beautiful, full, lucious, swollen breasts... and I can see the little beads of sweat on them... You wimper as I start to kiss gently around the very outside edges... causing you to move your arms... which allows your bra to fall to the floor... leaving you at my mercy... but for some reason your not. She whispered to me, “It’s ok, Jason. Just enjoy it.” She began washing my chest with her other hand. It dipped down to my still rock-hard cock. She gave it a stroke. I shuddered.“You like this?” She said. I moaned and nodded. She kept stroking, and her other hand slid up the inside of my leg to my anus. She rubbed it lightly. “This?” she asked. I moaned again. I had never thought I’d be an ass person, but I watched enough strap on videos to know that some guys enjoyed it. Clearly I was one of. I was taking all this in even as she led me to the bed, kicking off her shoes and waiting as I did the same.She embraced me again, kissing me deeply before her hands went to the hem of my top and began to work it up between us. I whimpered softly as my fears cut in.'Don't be nervous.'I wasn't nervous, I was confused and terrified. My heart had begun hammering once more and I could hear my breathing harsh in my ear. Moving into the bedroom had suddenly brought the reality of what was happening.