Her head tilted back, giving me access to her throat, and my lips brushed that sensitive skin as well. The temptation overwhelmed me, and I kissed the...upper swell of her right breast. “Yes. Yes, Alan,” she pleaded, her hand pulling me closer. My next kiss was directly over her nipple, wetting the stiff point. Her fingers twined into my hair and she thrust her chest out toward me, silently begging for more. I took her nipple between my lips, suckling it and teasing it with the tip of my tongue.. He ached for his brother, but all he could do was stand by him, pray and wish for him to overcome whatever doubt and fear held his faith back, and turn the trickle of his soul into a torrent of faith and love, an unbridled force of nature, one that only God could spur in a man.Molo returned the smile, but only faintly; his mind was focused on the deep thoughts the words of the Pilgrim had given birth to. It was just as well to think about his past, his present and his future, all through the. You'll be rich!And beautiful! And serially orgasmic!"The thought of being Freda's lover was intoxicating. The excitement ofthe day. The humiliation of it all. I squeaked, most unmanfully, andpumped out six, thick strings of cum. All over my greased pubic area.And girlish nipples.I was exhausted. Heaving, desperate for oxygen. And shamed beyond words.I was a little faggot sissy nancyboy. I wanted to crawl in a hole andpull the dirt over my head.But Freda would have none of it."Nice work. But. I don't know where this odd relationship can go from here, but remember how much I love you." I understand, Quinn," I let out, caressing her head and closing my eyes.The intense feeling of having Britta's lips rub onto my johnson was beyond great. Even as Quinn was sniffing distance away, I couldn't resist the great pleasure Britta was giving me.I kept my eyes closed and my hands busy. I nearly felt to be going into a pleasure coma as both my physical and emotional feelings skyrocketed. I felt.