Mary opened her mouth slightly, their tongues mating, both sucking and pulling on the other’s tongue. Finally, Stan broke contact and rolled to the ...ide. Mary tried to scoot over but Stan wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her tight. His free hand dipped down to cup her breast, his fingers tweaking her nipples as he kissed her neck, stopping to take a nip as he worked his way down to her shoulder. At the light kisses, Mary gave a little shiver.“Can you take your hair out of its braid?”. . for release from the torture of the feather on her trembling breasts.Reason, pride and self-respect battled to gain control of her writhing body; she was forced, finally, to see herself as she really was. The image was of a young wife, love-starved without knowing it, sensual, vibrant, alive... wanting life and love but never exposed to either. The plane crash... her husband's injury, the need to feel needed... Buzz Henson licking her to full arousal... fucking her as she had never been. ”“It’s only the first week of class, but so far, so good. I noticed Charlie isn’t hanging on you like she did last semester.”“I decided that I didn’t want to keep up our casual relationship.”“Why?”“Honestly? It wasn’t something I was really interested in. I almost ended it after one time, but I decided to give it a chance. Now, with everything that’s going on, and with how busy I am, I just need a few less complications.”“So you give up a regular Saturday night fuck because you’re busy?”I. The two little ones were asleep, and there was a window up in the corner of the big TV that showed both of them in their beds.Charlie walked up behind me and said, "Seeing your kid sleeping like that is about the sweetest thing there is, except when you see their mom nursing them. When some of the kids out here were born, there were so many babies at once that the moms fed whichever baby was hungry. I think all the kids were nursed by all four of the mothers at some point during that time. It.