.. might also receive some desperately wanted attention. The two hands continued to fondle and stroke her breasts as his kisses moved lower ... down h...r neck ... warm, wet kisses down the middle of her chest ... the tongue trailing across her stomach ... teasing her navel ... and then toward her ultimate prize ...Finally, his chin grazed her scant pubic hair, and he grasped a few strands with his lips and tugged them gently. She lifted her sex for him. "What do you want?" he asked. "Lick me,. He kissed Anna's cheek down her jaw line and to her lips. They stared at each other, wet and reeling. The breeze chilled Matt's face and he could feel his heart slowing. He pulled her hips to and fro easily in the water and she rolled her eyes, leaning back. “It really does feel different,” she said. “Yeah?” “Softer. Not like you're softer, but like I'm softer. And you're just.... everywhere in me. It's hard to explain.” Her hair was drifting in the water now and she stared up at the stars. He. My breath catches as you begin to arouse me. You take your time and are so gentle with me. Your hand sneaks under my sweater and releases my breasts from their bondage. It feels heavenly to let them free. They are heavy in my confining bra. You take your large hands and rub away the stress and ache in them only to replace it with hardening nipples that throb with the beat of my heart. I pull your head down to me and we kiss. Your kisses drug me with the suppressed passion you feel for me. Your. Needless to say after I drank and went home, Bob would try and initiate sex with me. I always let him, mainly because I still wanted him. I led him on to believe it was the drinking, but it was kind of a way to make love with Bob and at the same time he thought drinking got him the sex he wanted. We went on this way for years. Most of the time our life went rather well, at least I thought so. Granted we made love only every couple of months, but it was good. I ran into a period of time during.