When I wrote sex, I wrote it with my heart and soul. I discovered things, I remembered things, I imagined things. I wouldn't say I became obsessed, bu... I did become consumed with a special kind of need for a special kind of woman. I became attuned to the sexual flame that burned inside me and began to see everything by its light. I became a kind of antenna, and that's why I was so sure about Emma. Emma came in. She was wearing a salmon pink tank top with the bra straps showing, which was the. It was a tie, they shared my cock while sticking their fingers up my ass. One would suck and lick my shaft while the other would suck on my balls. These girls were into cock worship. They knew when to back off, as soon as I felt myself building up for the big finish, they'd pause untiil the felling was gone. They were on their knees changing places for at least a half an hour. I was enjoying every minute of it, their saliva mixed with my pre cum, made my shaft so slick and sensative. When. I wanted to dive between her cheeks to worship her, but I forced myself not to just jump her. I loved the sound of her breathing; she sounded so relaxed and comfortable in our big bed. In my minds-eye I saw my beloved the way we both loved to be; naked and tightly pressing herself against my nude body. I felt myself getting aroused just thinking about making love to her. My nipples grew hard in anticipation of touching her. I slowly eased myself under the sheet and gently moved up to her. It was at times like these that she wished to have twins, one for each breast. Karine was full of shit; this was much better than making love. With Butch, things were barely starting to get interesting and he was already finished. Afterwards, she was all sticky and he was snoring. It was really not worth yelling out over the rooftops.“ ... Hello ... Bonne jiourre...”“Er... ? What... ? Eh ... Oh. Hello.”Mélanie was feeling even more taken aback, if that were possible. She looked around rapidly.