We sat down and watched the fish and the butterflies playing. As much as I enjoyed the rest of this dream, that was my favorite part. Just holding yo..., kissing you every once in a while. Knowing that you felt safe and that you were safe with me there. This is the hardest part of being separated from you, not being able to hold you and make you feel safe. Holding turned to kissing, which turned to… well, nothing yet. You were hot and sweaty and wanted to wash off. Rather than ruin the moment by. This kind of deflating defeat was the risk of my little game. Now I had to decide whether to continue my pursuit, or be satisfied with whatever mental sketch I could build and hold in my fevered mind. I chewed these thoughts in my head, not casually as might a good meal, but fast and hard like necessary food ‒ like airport food that you have to choke down for a purpose. I was entangled in these thoughts when an alluring scent tickled my consciousness. If I were any good at discerning flowers or. Once he had me used to the feeling of his fat cock deep in side my girly ass he pulled out slowly, and pushed himself back in, he did this repeatedly, i moaned every time he slid back in but sighed every time he pulled out, he slowly started to fuck my me, he started to get into a rhythm, i then felt him grab a hold of my hips really forcefully, this helped him fuck me even deeper, my small cock was now rock hard and bouncing around but he wouldnt let me touch it, he told to grab a tight hold. Pretty decent life. She had long, beautiful curly hair, 36C cup, she was skinny, and had a hot, tight teen body. She lived at home with her Mother, and her sexy bother, Mark. The brother who every girl seemed to want. He was always bringing a different girl home and fucking her until she screamed. He must have not known how thin the walls were, but she could hear every dirty detail of him destroying those numerous pussy’s, and she found herself listening on more than one occasion. She would.