What are you doing ... stop" she gasped when able to unlock her lips from mine. She struggled against my hold on her but I held into her."You will go ...razy if I don't distract you" I explained again before locking lips again with her.The kiss lasted longer this time, and towards the end of it she was actually responding to it."Oh my god" she whispered before I silenced her again with my lips, with one of my hands slipping down to cup her firm ass, and to pull her closer against me.She was. " Sounds like a convention of intellectuals," Eva purred."Pretty much." You want Eva to watch him?" Distract him more likely, but no. Who am I to talk?" You've had one lover and he's had dozens," I argued."Wouldn't you say the one trumps the dozens?" Probably." And he never loved any of them." No love affairs?" None." You sure?" Absolutely. You know, all those years of studwork, he never once fucked anyone but me where we lived. Like shitting where you sleep I guess. I think this may be the. With one finger I gently pushed on the outside of her opening. She quickly began to engulf me, I pushed a little harder and soon my whole hand was inside her pussy, I wiggled my fingers and pulled it out, the glove was covered with sticky juices. Again I inserted my hand, this time going farther, the walls of her pussy were hard, slowly I continued my treck to the center of her cunt. I was at the elbow, it was here that I began to feel a tightening in my pants. Out I pulled and inch or two,. I had still been a virgin, although I listened to the other men, specifically those who treated others with respect. I had noticed that the men who were cruel and negligent of their wards, were also cruel to and negligent of their women.Tracey had pale skin, small buds of tits, with largish stiff nipples. She was a natural redhead / ginger, the drapes matching the rug, and had large green eyes gazing out at the world from a pretty face. How do I describe pretty, because it is subjective? My.