But occasionally, in front of her mirror at home, she would cup her big breasts in yet another new bra, slip another pair of French knickers on, flip ...er red-gold hair and critically eye her curvy figure, and wonder if the boy she couldn’t stop thinking of ever thought of her? And months went by. Now spring had arrived. Today, it’s unseasonably warm, but stormy. Rain trickles down the window panes, and the muggy heat in the pool area is almost stifling. But Anna keeps her sweater on for fear. I was so bored with my life, when last I was here, so restless and unsure of where this vague dissatisfaction was leading me. The last six months have been much worse and have taken their toll, both mentally and physically. Work wise, I’ve been succeeding beyond anything I’ve ever done before – when I returned from the last conference, I threw myself into every aspect of my job, and professionally, it’s paid off in spades. Personally, my relationships have been suffering greatly from my apathy. Then I pulled her forwards, until her bottom was on the very edge of the seat and edged closer, bending lower and pressing my head up between the warm softness of her thighs. She leaned backwards, resting against the vanity-top, stretching her arms up sideways to hold on to it for further support, and began softly moaning with pleasure as my tongue repeated the light touches my finger-tips had made. Taking my time, licking up the small droplets as I went, I circled her sex, feeling the lips. "Yesh, Shir," she mumbled through the gag.With barely more than a flick his touch, one of the biggest orgasms she had ever had screaming to life inside of her. She collapsed, sagging against bonds that kept her upright and exposed. His hands left her body and she felt a pressure against the outer edge of her pussy. With hardly a moment's notice, his cock thrusted inside of her, his first thrust lifting her from the ground with its force. He grabbed her hips, using them as leverage to increase.