Even so, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. With our bodies already close, only an inch or two apart, thoughts of lust were already dancing ...n my mind and the possibilities that assailed me seemed endless. I returned the pressure of his lips. It was a light kiss, a delicate kiss though I’m sure we weren’t going to end up that way. I closed the miniscule distance between our bodies so that our skin met. He was deliciously pale, freckles dotted across his flesh. They were dark, perfect. The pain changed to pleasure after sometime and it was becoming a great experience for both of us. I told her to put her legs across my back and her both speeded legs were on my back and I love such position as I get good access to all parts like I can press the boobs if I want and also kiss on lips while I fuck her hard. When you do so, the pussy becomes lighter and it can take more weight and thrust of your stroke. The strokes gone faster and it was hitting her pussy walls and we both were in. The stripping thing bothered me, too. We'd had unprotected sex, well, as often as we could after she started to WVU.After she went into rehab, I worried about HIV and herpes and any number of STDs she might have given me. I was relieved when the tests came back negative, but a little less relieved when I was told an STD might not show up immediately.When I bluntly asked Suzette after my mother's funeral if it were remotely possible she'd given me something, she told me she had never had. " "Yes, Sir." She bowed her head and began shedding her clothes. I did the same. I wanted her right here on the living room floor. When she was naked she got on her knees. Her head was still bowed. I was there in front of her. I raised her chin up. Her lips were quivering. "Tell me, Penny. Tell me what you want." "Oh god, Peter. I want you. Any way you want me. I want you. I always want you." I leaned down and kissed her again. I did love her lips and the way her tongue would so eagerly taste.