Sophie gasped and broke the kiss. 'Sorry,' I stammered. 'Did I do something wrong?' 'No, no! Keep going!' Sophie lay on her back and I placed each ...f my hands on one breast. I began to squeeze them gently and massage them softly. Sophie gasped again. I decided to take it to the next level and started to flick my tongue across her nipples. She moaned and arched her back in pleasure and I continued. We remained like this for quite a while: Sophie laying there in pure ecstasy while a sat on top. Not a homosexual sort of love, I didn’t want to kiss him anymore than I want to kill him. Hell I think I might enjoy killing him when all is said and done but that is just because I get like that when I’m frustrated. Like now as I look frantically around the alley for anything that would make a good weapon and settle on a nice two by four half sticking out of one of the trashcans. He sees what I see, wants what I want and for a moment we both pause waiting for the other to move. It’s a familiar. Rather than get myself into an unwanted discussion about my day, I avoided asking him about his. And I got away without him finding out anything. Now, all I wanted to do was get him off to work and go find that man again. Yesterday wasn't very exciting, not as exciting as that first time, but I had a feeling things were going to progress -- going to be more severe.This time, I was going to dress the part -- like a slut. As I heard the car pull out of the driveway, I headed to the bathroom for a. The radio was playing a Beyoncè song and Katie stood up an began dancing, she kicked off her flip flops and was gyrating and twerking to the song beside the fire, she danced towards me and reached for my hand, "No, no I don't fucking dance" I said, and Katie grabbed my hand and pulled me out of my chair, she was really good at keeping rhythm with the song, I stood a few feet away and swayed with the music, Katie told me to take her hands and I did, she wiggled her ass around me making my dick.