“Gail, what are you doing” is said with a moan.“Feel good?”“Yeah. god yeah!”“Good, just enjoy it then.” with that I leaned forward and...took the head of his cock into my mouth. Rick let out a very loud appreciative moan.As I proceeded to give Rick his very first blow job, he was constantly moaning interspaced with “oh god” and “god that’s good” The first phase of my plan was working like a charm.I took about 3 quarters of his cock in my mouth and sucked him up and down putting everything I knew. Circles. Squares. Focusing on the relaxation of his muscles and the perfection of his breathing, he felt himself drop into the hidden place within him, the place where the human and animal sides of his nature warred with each other and where all of the countless compartments of his mind resided.He had not dealt with his cousin’s death. He had not allowed himself to feel the totality of the loss. To grieve was to acknowledge it. It made it real to him. He didn’t want it to be real – but it was. I couldn't believe how wet I was. I just wanted him inside me. NOW! I began trying to get his pants undone. Before I could even think it he had my shirt and bra off. I think he ripped the bra off of my breasts. I could feel my nipples harden the moment the air hit them. Then all at once his mouth was devouring me. My neck, my chest, my lips, down my stomache. It was then I remembered I hadn't worn panties. Just garter belt & stockings. How erotically apropriate was that?? I felt my skirt being. ‘Does that feel good?’ She was suddenly serious. ‘Hold me, Jim,’ she said. ‘Hold me tight.’ I took her in my arms, enjoying, as usual, the feel of her firm, unfettered breasts against my bare chest. She shivered as she rolled us over, so she was on top. She lifted her head and stared into my eyes. ‘Are we doing the right thing, Jim? Am I?’ ‘What’s the matter? Are Louise’s experiences bothering you?’ I asked. ‘I think so,’ she replied. ‘That and a few other things.’ ‘What’s that, dear?’ ‘Well,.