"Claire moved closer to Timothy to put her hands on his broad shoulders. She rested her cheek against Timothy's chest as she stated softly, "I need a ...an to make love to me, Tim." I'm tying to leave this town, not find a reason to stay." He did not raise his arms to put them around her and it wasn't because anyone walking past the front display window might observe him doing so.Claire raised her head and looked at him, as her eyes turned hard and she lost her soft smile. She stated. It’s as hard as when I was twenty. She (for I still don’t know this woman’s name) starts to thrust her hips in time with me. “Oh god that’s feels fantastic. Press a little firmer. That’s it.” Without interrupting this finger fucking, she unbuttons her coat and starts working on the buttons to her blouse. Once she has it open she pulls it from her skit. Thrusting her chest forward she reaches behind and unclasps her bra. She did that thing women do to remover their bars without taking the. The blade was wider than my hand, but far too short to be used in battle. It was plain polished metal without design or blood-grooves, yet as I stared at it, there seemed to be a pattern just below the surface. I held the blade up into the light of the late afternoon sun.Starting at the tip of the blade, a small wisp of white began to trail, soon joined by others. My arm began to feel heavy as the streamers reached for the ground, so I took the hilt in both hands.A shock like lightning seared. "As you leaned slightly forward and reached back with both hands to spread your ass, you heard an audible moan from me and before you knew it, I was on my knees behind you, still fully clothed but my cock straining to be free from my slacks. I put my hands on your tight ass cheeks and spread them wide. The fabric from your thong was so tiny it barely covered your asshole and I wasted no time pushing the line of fabric to the side with my tongue and probing your ass. The feeling of my tongue.