My own gingerly came out to cradle hers. She tasted of cigarettes and stale coffee. I would usually find such a sensation repulsive, but on that day, ...n that moment, I was so incredibly thankful for it. It filled my senses, and masked the smell of blood that hung thick in the air. I was finally free of it. Lifting my left hand from hers still bundled in my lap; I reached up and cupped the side of her head. She mewled gently into my mouth as I traced the shell of her ear with my thumb. Then. ‘When?’ she asked. ‘Soon,’ he said. ‘Real soon.’ Her stomach rumbled and burned in the all consuming silence. They went to church later that morning and talked with the Chaplain about maybe getting married and the preacher looked at them oddly, like he thought they were married already, then they went for a ride in the country but everything was different now. The air felt wrong, the sunlight carried a hint of darkness – like the coming of winter on the mountain, and the warm breezes of summer. I stood back up following his head panning from my tits to my eyes.Now if you are a true tease you do this. As you want to see that look on their face. No, You want and need to know you have their attention. It is almost like a drug to you. However, if you're a slut you are already addicted to it.My eyes met his for a split second, his eyes then abruptly went back to my tits. My pussy was leaking into my jeans. I also realized it felt a bit cooler out.I looked down to see one of my tits hanging. Lucas retreated an inch or two, watching her juicy cunt flex and shiver as the unexpected ecstasy raged through her like a lightning storm - then, as her breathing began to slow, he kissed her thick tuft of black pubic hair and began working up her body once more, divesting himself of his jacket and shirt as he did so. He pulled his tie out of his collar and it cracked like a whip - Mia opened her eyes dreamily and reached for him, deftly unbuckling his belt with small, nimble fingers."Mia, I.