”“I want to, you made me feel so good, now I wanna make you feel good too.” I cut her off.She tasted just as good as I remember her tasting the ...ast time I ate her, like the sweetness of a green apple when you take that first bite. I sucked her pussy like I owned it, and at that moment I felt like I did, and it was my job to make it cum. I pulled my dripping fingers out of her pussy and put one right on her asshole, and when she gasped, I slipped it in. She was moaning even more than I do as I. I started squeezing her butts for which she never said no. Which increased my courage and I took my hands to her right Melon and started squeezing it. I knew she was enjoying my act. After a couple of mints with her help I reached my apartment. She opened the door with one hand when my right hand was working on her right melon. She guided me to my bedroom and once I reached I thought she might get away instead she looked at me, smiled and said the feeling what you give me is after a long time. Now there were other emotions involved. Now he also loved her as a woman. A woman and lover. His newly developed affection for her was so deep and strong, he wished that he could take her for his wife. Take her and live out his life loving and caring for her.Why not? Maybe, just maybe, he thought as a tiny germ of an idea blossomed in his imagination.Putting aside everything else, he pictured his mother in all her naked innocence, though he was yet to see her nude. As the image of her naked. I knew shed feel uncomfortable telling someone she’s only known for a short time something this intimate and personal about her, but underneath my surprise and shock, I was happy. I kneeled on her bed, with one knee, one foot still on the floor, and leant toward her. I sat on my leg with one still on the ground. My knee was touching Nikkie’s. And she had gone red. I took one of her hands with one of mine, and with the other, I brushed my hand across her cheek, before I caressed it and she.