She was now naked from the waist up. Her tits were bigger looking, naked, with her blouse open. They juggled slightly as she cried. The aureoles were ...s big as silver dollars, her nipples stood up in little points. The milk shake had soaked through her blouse leaving her tits chocolate covered. Satan began licking the under side of her right tit, it bounced up and down as he licked. “Stop go away, Help anyone please!” He licked the left tit then the right. She was squirming to get. When I open my mouth it's only to tell you how much I love you. When I open my ears I only want to hear you tell me that you love me. When I open my heart it's to surrender it to you and when I open my legs I want you inside me."My head was churning as we drove to her house. Where did that come from? Obviously, she had adapted Doug's analogy to fit her purpose, but it didn't sound to me like something she made up on the spur of the moment.With two exceptions, our weekend went as I'd laid it. There was only so much daytime TV I could stomach, and there was kind of a limit to how many times a day I could wank To help pass the time every other day or so I would walk down to the village- maybe buy some bread or milk or whatever.Around this time my tights fetish was near it's zenith. I was in the habit of going for walks wearing a pair of (more or less) opaque tights. I would wander the roads and paths, experiencing a mild thrill each I met a car or a hiker or a dog walker. As this was. I checked the driveway. My girlfriend’s CRV was outside. Nitya usually parked in the garage. I didn’t know which car her husband drove. It could be any of the cars on the street or inside, in the other garage. I gave a missed call to Nitya.She opened the garage from inside. I bent under the half-open shutter, and she flipped the switch to close it again. She was within reach. In a tank top and denim shorts. Looking like a 20 something babe with her toned milky legs.The next second we were.