And while whipping Mei to orgasm was nice and all, and he was glad to give her the therapeutic as well as erotic satisfaction from it, he felt that he...could do more for her as well. But what form that ‘more’ could take escaped his notice for the time being. Money was no good. He had the means to drown both of them with gifts but it had no significance to him, which was crucial. Buying baubles would not settle his sense of obligation. ‘What do women want?’ he asked himself. But the answer was. I tried to explain to him what I thought love could be but he just laughed and called me an idiot. He said that love is nothing more than good sex which he complained that he wasn’t getting from me. Now the main emotion I feel is relief. Relief and a certain sadness for wasting time with him. It had to end and better sooner, than later. I’m so thankful for last night. I’m finally starting to get a hint of what love can be and what Paul and I had certainly was not it. Likewise, yesterday opened. I was so fired up by his manly love cries that I reached for my chest and unbuttoned my school uniform shirt, unclasped my bra and tweaked my throbbing nipple. “Aghhh!” I let off a series of muffled moans as I graduated to kneading my tit like pie dough. I was bent over his cock with my head bobbing up and down so fast my pigtails were all over the place. My ass was stuck right out in the air and as my short skirt flipped even higher I could hear a couple of whistled cat calls. My cunt lips. After some time, the jock said, ”Oh, I'm going to cum!" Mrs Ellington got off of his dick and got on her knees. The jock brought his dick to Mrs Ellington’s face and started to stroke it. "Where do you want me to cum?" the jock asked Mrs Ellington. "In my mouth," Mrs Ellington said, opening her mouth to receive the jock's load.The jock stroked his cock harder. “Come on baby, cum for me!" Mrs Ellington said. Robes of pearly white cum erupted from the jock's dick and into Mrs Ellington's mouth..