I'll be the first to admit that when things would get hot and I was on the brink of erotic surrender, I would sometimes freeze up and ask him to stop....It had nothing to do with him. I was letting old tapes play in my head about being used, about men in my past who didn't mind sexing me up but didn't want a relationship with me. Charles wanted our lovemaking to be unfettered by fear or negativity; I didn't want to have any emotional blocks between us. And we both wanted us to join in a union of. They both wiggled and giggled as their nips and boobs were sending their magical feelings through them. It wasn’t long before Lacie’s hand found Chrissy’s pussy - Chrissy’s dripping pussy. Besides the remnants of Mike, now her own juice was beginning to flow. After only a few probes with her fingers, she broke away from Chrissy and slid down her body until her mouth engulfed Chrissy’s clit.Her back arching, Chrissy pulled Lacie tight to her. “Fuck yes, Lace! Eat my puss. Drink in Mike’s cum and. I agreed and sent her a pic of my already hard cock with a text saying, “Imagine this was going inside that tight little pussy of yours right now instead of your fingers.” Looking at my hard cock and reading the message made her so horny and wet that she started to beg.She said, “Neil, that is a nice thick cock you have. Please give it to me in my cunt and let me ride it. I will release my cum on it when it is inside me.” All this made me so horny and hard that I now wanted to cum and make her. Actually, a lot of the time, she hated it. It meant the end of sunny days and warm endless evenings with the heady perfume of late summer flowers.But she did love the leaves.It was the colours, I think. All those bright reds and oranges, twisting and twirling as the breeze wafted through the trees. They were warm colours, nature's last hurrah before the cold really took hold.And, of course, they were like fire.Fire.She loved fire; loved snuggling up beside a big open fireplace, watching the.