I was finding it rather hard to concentrate though because everytimeshe bent down to write i could see down her top at her double D tits hidden by a s...xy pink and white bra. This was realy starting to turn me on asi didnt usually get to see much of her body. I was starting to think that she was doing it on purpose though as she was making it easyer and easyer for me."john? JOHN? you finished staring at my tits?" she asked"oh damn sorry Lisa i must have zoned out there i was slightly disracted". ’ When his mouth engulfed her nipple, she cried out once, a sharp, piercing sound that turned to whimpers as he began to suck. His tongue laved the pebble hard bud as he sucked and within moments her milk began to flow. She looked at the top of his curls as he drank from her. She felt she was giving him all the love that was in her. The feeling was like nothing she had ever known and she wanted to be able to see his eyes as he did this. How she found her voice to tell him what she wanted, she. Wine always lowered my inhibitions and with the lateness of the hour, I probably wasn't as discreet in my gaze as I might otherwise be. I looked at her and wondered how she did it. Did she go slow and only use the first inch or so of the bottle while rubbing her clit, quiet as a mouse. Or did she ravish her cunt, shoving the bottle in and out with relish. She was such a tiny little redheaded thing so the bottle looked much larger next to her and it was then I decided she would do it lustfully. Eventually she sat down on a boulder overlooking the beach, glaring at him when he sat down beside her and flashed his wonderful smile. She remembered his smile. She remembered how it used to warm her in another time. The wind blew, biting through her thin blouse and cotton shorts. There was no warmth in this world. Suddenly she felt very tired, her feet were sore and ached. ‘Go away!’ ‘I’ve been away. It hasn’t done you any good, has it? You need me.’ ‘Oh sure, I need every fucking stranger.