So she held off. Instead she said, ‘It felt like I was scratching an itch. Like, I dunno, like…’ ‘That’s good, Karla. I never thought of it ...hat way but it’s really true.’ ‘It makes you stronger. I think I saw that in your eyes.’ ‘Yep. Each time you whip me I grow. I don’t know how to explain it but I become more powerful, more in control of myself. It’s like my unfuckingbelievable orgasms are my bodies reward for enduring the pain.’ ‘I hated starting, but in the end I wanted to keep doing it. My rapid breaths heat her sensitive pussy. My tongue follows the rhythm of her strokes. I know her focus will wane with my luxurious licks. I mark her white ass with a handprint, snapping her out of her semi-conscious state.I can’t keep my hands off her fuck-me ass and crave her tight hole. Feeling her tense, I know she knows what is coming. My finger leisurely traces circles on her asshole, waiting for her to relax. Pressing gently at her opening evokes a squeal from her. My tongue increases. How would she react? Would she accuse me of chickening out? Would she say that I had gone soft? Or would she accept my explanation that Jeannie was like a sister to me and that was the reason I couldn't do it?An alternate scenario came to me. I would tell Jeannie that I had changed my mind. I would tell her that I had decided to take her cherry. What if Jeannie didn't want to be seduced? Would she regret it later? Would I regret it? Would she accuse me of seducing her simply to please her. She forced me to see things with a beginners eyes, I felt her wonder and amazement at things that I would have taken for granted. Her chatter was at first annoying but after a while it became a conversation and a bit later I began to enjoy it. Pernilla was tired when we arrived, so tired that she didn’t even accuse me of trying to feel up her tits when I helped her take of her backpack. She did complain when I forced her to stretch though. Dinner was once again silent and I washed up while.