.. Those that will out last any upon the flesh...What have you unearthed inside of me? Clutched close to you, I feel my body collect the energy it ne...ds to make it through the day you will leave. I soak it up, like its some kind of d**g, and I can't get enough. I stare at your face, hoping that I can memorize its shape, the colors, every single hue.. Maybe, just maybe, I can call upon them, after you are through with our latest rendezvous and feel not so alone. The addict, grasping at crumbs. “Grace, do you have plans for this weekend?”Without taking his cock from my mouth, I mumbled out my reply. “Now, Ther.”“Good. You’ll spend the weekend at my house.”I smiled around his cock and felt a jolt of anticipatory excitement to the extent I thought I might actually cum. “Yeth, Ther.”* * * * *Upon leaving my apartment after stopping to pack a few clothes for the weekend, he handed me a package. Inside was a vibrating egg and anal bullet with a tube of lubrication. After taking. What young maturing teenage girl hadn't experienced such things?When Diana had met Charles and events had quickly moved towards her becoming engaged to him as his future wife and the future Queen of England, Diana found herself worrying about the different boyfriends she'd had and the secret little liaisons they'd enjoyed. She figured girlfriends had heard about her sexy little adventures and even though she hadn't had sex and was still physically intact as a virgin, she was afraid news of her. Nash mechanically answered his mother’s ‘You’re home dear’ with a polite yes, and as usual asked what was for dinner. ‘I’ve got a nice piece of rump for you from Mr Keyes,’ she giggled. That giggle was not lost on Nash. He was aware that Mr Keyes also slapped his mother on the rump, grinning in a way he’d not seen the butcher do when committing such a playful ritual with his other ‘special’ customers. Once he’d seen Mr Keyes, a married man, with his hand on his mother where the hand of a.