” “Please, please eat my ass.” I said, “Ok honey, if that’s what you really want.” and without me saying another word, she pulled off her ...anties and assumed her position on the bed on her knees bent over. When she said she wanted me to eat her ass, she wasn’t k**ding. After so long, I finally going to enjoy Teresa again, on her knees, ass high in the air, bent over offering me her ass. Her face was turned sideways on a pillow as she reached back and spread her ass wide waiting for me. I got. Although it was pretty clear that it was useless to try to escape, she had no desire to. This is how she wanted Amelia; in complete control of her. Now she was the one who belonged to Amelia, instead of Estelle. She wondered if this were indeed heaven.Sophia realized that, despite Amelia's face being inches from her own, she could not actually see it. It was as though so much attention had been devoted to feeling her that her vision actually suffered. All she saw was a blurry face staring down. His voice was animalistic and guttural like that of a pack of wild dogs eating after a long hunt. She knew he was having an orgasm and didn’t want to stop or delay it.As the first bit of his cum entered her, she pulled him harder into her. The quivering of his hips and legs told her he was having his orgasm. From the power and frequency of his thrusts it was indeed a great orgasm. She kept him inside her until he completely turned soft. Gently she withdrew her vagina from around his cock.“No. We seemed to go on pretty much like we had before. 'The Kiss, ' as I had begun to enshrine it in my memory, might have been forgotten by everybody but me.Then it was spring. April. The cruelest month, somebody once said, talking about the painful awakening of new life after the death of winter, kind of like fingers recovering from frostbite. But my desire for Karen certainly hadn't died; it had survived the dead season more alive than ever, though just as frustrated.Now, however, some subtle.