After all, I slowed down when those beautiful tits came into view, nipples already hard. Doubtless they weren't as hard as my cock, but in their own w...y they showed Debbie's excitement. I pushed her back onto the couch and my lips fastened on her nips, sucking away as I had long fantasized. She didn't seem to mind, caressing the back of my head as I searched for the milk that I knew wasn't there.She spread her legs, inviting me inside her. When I delayed, still sucking, she took my tool and led. .a few things had gone wrong, firstly there was the storm. It was a demonic thing, that you felt sure of despite your non-religious beliefs. It struck in the dead is night, lighting up the ocean with lightning bolt after lightning bolt, and the rain...The rain had been terrible. It drenched every inch of dry clothing within seconds, made it impossible to hear one another over the constant static of millions of droplets hitting material. The waves too played a role here, theirs were more. Mom had been busy during the day. Not only was the house clean, in addition she had done the laundry, bought groceries, cooked dinner and even had a few minutes to sew. She was breathless but content to nurse on me like a baby that was well fed and just took the nipple to feel the comfort.I ran my fingers through her hair and whispered endearments to her that had nothing to do with her present activities. I did love her for the woman she was and for the enjoyment we brought each other.Our. We had gotten into a routine of attending the cinema together, then adjourning to a local coffee-house to discuss the hidden meanings, implications and intents.Although when asked directly about sex, Trudy would spit it out words such as "gross" and "disgusting," I had nevertheless long observed that she cherished a clandestine fascination with kinky forbidden sex talk, and I found myself helpless in my efforts to steer her clear of it. Nothing would ever come of it, of course.Trudy smiled and.