" I love you so much," she cried, burrowing her face into his pectoral muscle. Her hands settled in the small of his back and she hugged him with sign...ficant force.His hands just naturally slid around on her back, comforting her.That was when his hands detected she wasn't wearing a bra, which led to him feeling her hard, cone-shaped breasts pressing into his ribs. They were hot. Her hair smelled good. His reactions were primal, and he felt blood rushing to his cock. But he couldn't just push. The fact that I was the one doing that for her thrilled me so much; and I vowed to pleasure her in this very fashion as often as I could; even if that meant we never 'fucked' (had intercourse, in other words)!In fact, I found it incredibly exhilarating to think of some other guys cock having been deep inside of Tara's pussy (where my tiny one would likely never go); and each time I thought of that, my cock would throb and pulse in direct response to that; and I loved the way it made me feel.. He was 18, a swimmer tall with a chiselled physique. I was 17, shorter, petite and was also a swimmer but I never developed like Scott. Growing up together, we discovered sex together by seeing dirty movies or magazines. We also went from seeing each other naked to masturbating in front of each other to me jerking him off then to me giving him blow jobs. I developed a crush on Scott and wanted to take it to the next level with kissing and him fucking me in the ass but he wasnt comfortable with. ‘Don’t look so surprised, Tommy. Your mother let her ambition get the better of her. I used sex to get my promotions. I’m not proud of it, but … that’s what I did.’ Tommy remained silent, still trying to digest what his mother was confessing to, I suppose. ‘It’s done, Sylvia. If you’ve decided to make a break from Empire, then you’re already sure you’re not going to do that again,’ I said, more for Tommy’s benefit than hers. We remained quiet for a minute or so, Tommy and I sitting in the.