Her body shuddered, her smooth, pearl white skin immediately turned to goose flesh. By the time my fingers trailed into her armpits, my new partner wa... begging me to stop. I could tell she hated being tickled, but with her arms drawn up and tied above her, there was nothing she could do to stop my vigorous attacks on her open pits. I dug my fingernails deeper into her flesh until she finally broke down and giggled out loud. That sweet, tortured laughter was like music to my ears! Everyone is. ” “Should I tell you what I was really thinking that day?” “You can tell me anything, my love. It won’t make a whit of difference in how I love you.” “Well,” she said, “that day when the elevator was broken, I saw you at your door. I thought, ‘There’s that nice guy. Wonder if he’d do me.’” “You really thought that?” “I did. I was a slut.” I laughed aloud. “You were never a slut.” “You just didn’t know. Anyway, you gave me the bourbon the day of the funeral.” “Before and after, if I recall.”. He will kiss me hard, until my lips feel bruised and swollen. He’ll rub his day-old beard against my face, scraping and burning my flesh until I moan. His hands have barely touched me, not the way I need them to. I’ll open my legs further and wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer, gnawing on his neck, kissing the hollow of his throat, inhaling the leftover smell of sleep. My hands will slide down over the sinewy muscles of his arms, fingering the definitions he’d caused by. Then I noticed that he was naked from the waist up and was only wearing tight white underwear. I could see the outline of his cock beneath the white material. He saw me staring at his cock and then rubbed my back and down my side brushing the sides of my tits. I was blessed with nice full tits that were firm and perky. I liked it as his hands brushed against the sides of my tits thru my sheer gown. He then laid me back down on my bed and began to rub the front of me and across my tits. As he.