As my shirt soaked in the sink, he blabbed on, just inches away from me. His eyes darted about, trying not to stare at my breasts too long.I could fee... and see the tint and sticky feel of sweetened coffee. The smell lingered in the air, and I slowly patted paper towels on my chest and then-hardened nipples. Time and again I found myself, curious in my own rite, staring back at him. It seriously looked as though he was hiding some form of equipment behind the zipper of his faded jeans.I said,. "Why?" she asked teasingly. "Would you want to hear about it?" Maybe," I replied, although the way she was taking the conversation, I came off sounding more enthusiastic than I did."Well, no top grabbing, but Alan wanted another look at my boobs, and he kept asking, so I thought that since he already saw them, I might as well give him another peek." Oh," I said."So I pulled down my top for a bit, and let him have a look, but that was all. Is that okay, sweetie? Do you mind me showing off for. My luck seemed to have turned, though, and for a brief shining moment I was giddily optimistic. Honestly, at that point it wouldn't have surprised me to open the front door and find the little guy all shiny and golden and round and precious on the mat, grinning up at me and apologizing for staying away from home for so long.Nothing's ever that easy, of course, at least in a world where Ring-stealing weasels still roam freely. Still, we had more to go on now, and so I packed the idea of "Shire". . The first time had taken the edge off and I was in control of myself now. I fucked her hard for at least half an hour, varying the speed and depth of my strokes, bringing her to climax four more times before I had my own almost painfully intense orgasm.We lay there panting, and I almost fell asleep, but the floor was hard and uncomfortable, so I suggested moving into my bedroom. When I turned on the light in my bedroom, I could see my sperm running down the inside of Cindy's thigh. I got a.