He caught the swollen nipple and held itwith his teeth. Celia cried out softly as he nippedher. With tongue, teeth and lips he made slow love toher. W...en he paused she raised herself a little andpulled free. He caught her again and they played, hernipple a small, swelling, ripening fruit. Celia began grinding her mound against him. He sensedthat, between them they were taking her towards anorgasm. The suckled nipple seemed to grow in hismouth. Suddenly she froze and looked at him throughslitted. “He’d never have found that.” She said. “Found some other spots though, not bad at all.”“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” I said. “You really are a wicked girl.”“I only wish I’d started younger,” she said. “God that was good. I ought to be ashamed of myself, an adulteress too,” and she grinned. “But I’m not. Ashamed that is.”George came out of the cloakroom.“Make sure you look after him,” I said, grinning over my shoulder.I spent a few minutes cleaning up and when I returned she was indeed. I oughta smack that mouth of yours shut. Have you had it on this asshole's dick? Have you?" My mind was racing, trying to think of some way out of the situation-- not much you can do though when your face deep in gangster wife pussy and he's got a gun to your head. I was pretty much fucked. "We're gonna go down to the docks, Micky," snarled Calbone, jabbing the revolver into my ear. "We're gonna have a little talk about morals and how you shouldn't be going down on another man's wife and then. I was about to tell him, he was out of his fucking, fucked up, d**g induced, schizophrenic mind, but that was until I looked into his eyes and saw that this was not the case; and I could read Eric better than I could read myself.Eric and I had known each other and have been next door neighbours since we were little k**s and considered ourselves more as brother and sister. It was only after that I came home last year, around the same time, from college that things romantically developed between.