I finally looked down, to see what was wrong, and in the bright sunlight even I could see my nipples and areolas through my shirt.“Crap,” I said.�...�Crap?”“I’m sorry.”“You’re sorry?”I took psychology in school, the previous year. It was an elective that counted for humanities credit. In it, one of the things we learned about was cognitive therapy, where sometimes the therapist parrots what the client has just said. It’s supposed to do two things: Make sure the therapist heard the client right, and. Suddenly he stopped the car and put the hood up."Best not set the neighbours' tongues wagging," he said, grinning. Whenwe arrived he drove the car directly into the garage.Indoors I resolved to behave as Jenny would, so immediately set aboutfixing the drinks and setting them down on the low table by the sofa.John had put some music on the hi-fi and was already sitting, so I satnext to him, snuggling close."Thank you for a lovely evening. I really enjoyed that, John," I said."Oh, I did too. More. Just when I thought I was going to break in half, I felt his hips meet mine as he pressed the last inch inside me. I let out a gasp as he finally quit pushing for a moment. "Good God you're tight!" he said thru clenched teeth, "I've had other virgins, but you're the tightest pussy I've ever been in!" With this he began to stroke his cock in me. Even as wet as I was, with his size it was still difficult for him to move in me, but eventually he got a rhythm of short strokes going."Ah!Ah!Ah!" I. Her mouth opened and a howl came out. The louder she howled the harder I sucked. In less than five minutes she was breathing hard. I switched tits, first biting into the upper flesh followed by sucking on her nipple. As she began to scream in orgasm I bit down on her nipple and was rewarded with the taste of blood in my mouth. As she came down from her orgasm, I nuzzled her neck just before biting and sucking on it.We looked over at Kelley who looked like she had seen a ghost. “You bit her tit.