. .Well, you still can if you want . . .you know these men are just waiting to fuck you mindless, don’t you? . . . Don’t you?” “Mmmmmmff!” s...e said around my cock. It sounded like yes. “Look up at me.” She did so, and I think she sensed what was coming. She looked almost giddy with the fuck lust in her eyes. “But if you want to stay like you are and not become a total freak, I’ll let you just fuck me . . . or me and ‘that other man,’ as you call him . . . Awww shit, now you’re sucking it nasty. He reaches behind her to unfasten the buttons and as he does his hand slips inside and touches her corseted back; causing Grace to moan gently. He keeps unfastening buttons and once they are all undone he moves the dress down, easing it past her hips, and onto the floor. Grace’s nipples stand to attention as she feels his warm breath on her back and tries to step out of the dress, in her sex induced haze she stumbles a little, but before she can fall the photographer grabs her left arm,. We kept talking to hide our goings on."Like I said, Benjamin," said Bess. "We love your poem. I want to use it at my wedding." Really," chirped Benjamin, excited in so many ways."Honestly," said Bess."When did you start writing poetry?" I asked."Since..." Devi's head disappeared under the blanket, lifting it up and down. "Oh god." I put my finger to my lips and pointed forward. He nodded. "Since I was 12. You know I play piano." I nodded and realized when he'd been with me how good he'd gotten,. Her long blonde hair was a waterfall of softness and her hands were steady as she touched me during our second kiss. Her fingers were light and caressing, bringing me more pleasure than had she been making love to me with her whole body. I drank in her lushness, her giving, her generosity. I hurt so much inside for wanting to make her mine. My desire made me greedy and I started asking questions. I wanted to know her. I wanted to know everything about her. I wanted to flood my mind and soul.