Having cum already I was able to carry on for quite a while before I came again. I reached round and took her breasts in my hands, pulling and twistin... her nipples as I fucked her. She had her hand between her legs, rubbing her clit as I fucked her hard and then she started to cum again. I felt her cunt tighten around my cock, drawing me in deeper as she came again and again, crying out for me to Fuck her cunt hard and to fill her with my cum. My cock stiffened and my balls tightened as my cum. "Lead on, then ... Jeff."The refrigerator yielded a large pan of lasagne – enough, indeed, for three, let alone the two of us – wrapped in foil. A post-it stuck to the foil gave re-heating instructions, ending, 'Use the oven, not that infernal microwave.' Who was I to argue with la maestra?"There is broccoli here," Jen commented."Oh?" It would go well with the lasagne. Nutritious, tasty, full of vitamins, quick to cook."I shrugged. "Go for it." I confess; I rarely worry about food. At home I. As I slipped into the room, the smell of food reached my nose. He was sitting in one of my chairs, eating some type of red meat with enjoyment and he grinned as I entered. I walked over to him slowly and bent my lips down. His fingers brushed my lip as he placed a piece of food in my mouth. I licked his finger playfully and he laughed softly. "Stand" I commanded, watching him move to stand before me. I touched his face slowly, feeling the soft stubble of his facial hair. His eyes closed a. The thought of my own pliable woman waiting for me distracted me all day. Eventually, claiming a headache, I left work early and hurried home.That night I nearly cried real tears of frustration. This thing, this plastic pseudo-person, this doll - was nothing like a real demanding woman. It was so light, so flimsy, so flexible, so accommodating and so unreal. I wanted solidity, weight, mass to pin me down, to overcome my inhibitions, to swamp my senses; someone to surrender to. I managed a reach.