Her palm was cold and clammy, her fingers were limp, and she offered me a melancholy smile that was somehow sadder than her frown. I didn’t want to ...e rude, so I gritted through the exchange with a smile, counting down the seconds until it would be polite to break off. As if she read my mind, Sorrow hurriedly withdrew her hand, averted her eyes, and shrugged her shoulders insecurely. “I am sorry.” Sorrow said, wrapping her arms around herself, “I know my company is unpleasant, and my touch,. It was becoming more of a challenge to maintainmy control than I thought I could conquer.Having been holding onto her hips, I leaned over her a bit and slid myhand around her, not stopping until my fingers were stroking over herhard little clit. Feeling my cock slide a bit deeper inside her ass, myhead was pounding so strongly from the sexual excitement I wasexperiencing that I didn't notice she had started rocking back andforth. Just enough to keep coaxing my shaft further and further into. There we were on her couch with her shirt open and her D sized breasts on display for me. It was either the coolness of the room or the excitement of what was to come that made her nipples hard erasers. You know when the old pencil erasers got old and would not erase any more, just that hardness. She commented that it was not fair that her top was off and mine was on. I needed very little encouragement to shed my shirt. What an image I have of us with hands all over each other in the living. "You don't even know my name, where I came from, how I saved you. You know nothing about me". Brianna looked into his eyes and replied in her soft voice "You saved my life, I want to thank you for it, in any way possible!". He looked at her and said "My name is Damon, I've followed you from a far for a long time and there is something you must know, I'm not like you". She just replied with a simple "You might not be like me, but I feel inside that I know you, I feel like I know who you are,.