I liked pleasing her in this way. It felt warm and exciting. She lay like that for a few minutes, enjoying me sucking on her. Then she rolled her head...my way. Her face was framed by wild strands of her hair that curled down on either side. She was normally so put together. Seeing her like this made my tummy flutter. "Now I have something for you." She sat up, folded the covers back slowly, looking over me towards David's bed. I glanced that way too, seeing for the first time since she appeared. I want ... I just ... shit,” she said. At least she was still whispering and not shouting at me. “I’d like to do that, but I don’t think ... You’ll really let me leave?” I nodded. She bit her lip and turned her head. “I can’t right now. I need to rethink everything. Sorry. I was supposed to keep you warm. I hope you can stand the cold for a while.”Whitney turned and left. It was only a quarter after midnight. Damn! If Bree knew there were two extra hours available, she’d never have left. Oh. Incomplete somehow, left out and excluded. Always some rule orsomething to get past. I don't know; do you expect people sitting hereto lie to you? To try any way they can to get you to nod? Part of memight want to, but I can't... I never could. Maybe that's partly why I'mhere." I could feel a tear trickle down at that point. I knew I'd blown it. Noway would he say yes. He'd as good as proved it wasn't purely bodyimage. Bastard didn't move, just sat there looking. "Look, what do you want? My. Such feelings I had never experienced. That cock fucking my ass, in and out, again and again, pulling me into him. Me meeting his every thrust. I could feel his hands tighten on my hips as he was fucking my ass harder now, and shortly, his moaning and rigidity let me know that he had shot his wad in my ass. He pumped until his cock had emptied. Oh, that was one hell of a fuck.We turned on the showers and rinsed each other, kissing as we did, holding and embracing, enjoying the feeling of each.