“I thought I wanted to be fucked tonight but I was wrong!” I pleaded. On my hands and knees at the edge of the bed, I heard the floor creak as he ...alked around the side of the bed. He stopped to the side of me and gripped his fat 10-inch tool. “Listen slut, the way I see it, you are a naked bitch in my room pretending to be girl. You can run if you want but there are going to be questions. He was right and I was screwed. Scrambled for words and blurt out "But, but, but…I’m not ready!” “Not my. My dick lurched up at the rasp of her tongue."Yes, dear." Far out."She slurped me into her mouth, keeping eye contact with me. Then she pulled up, sucking me strongly as she did so."So what's the story with the Big Guy?" We loved telling each other stories of our sexual adventures, but usually it was on the phone. I was doing a lot of travelling on assignment during the past year and it helped make the nights on the road less lonely. We'd be making love with each other, except we weren't always. Your smooth soft body slowly boiling, shiny, sweaty. You ask me to rub oil on your back. I sit down next to you. You turn around and lie on your stomach, your tits pressed against the ground, sticking out of your sides almost liquid. I squirt oil on the top of your back, it quickly runs down your back. I rub it deep into your neck and shoulders, smoothly going down your back. I grow hard. I put your hand on the bulge in my shorts. you grab it gently and let go, teasing me. I keep going down,. Hysterical, I began to thrash and fight, but it was no use. I went deeper into the water. It took me a moment to realize that I could breath. My panic decreased, somewhat. Surveying my surroundings, I noted that was so beautiful here. It was so warm. The arms must have noticed my struggles had stopped. The arms loosed from around my waist and released my legs. I floated freely with the circle surrounding my waist. I looked at the arm. It felt like it was watching me. I wasn't sure if it.