" Oooohhh..." Humiliation turned Sharon scarlet. No wonder he was pissed! "Noooo..." Frankly, I think you were highly sensible about the whole thing,"...Armand stated matter-of-factly. "Cooperation, and an attempt to reap some pleasure from the acts made good sense. I'm sure you learned a few things, too, didn't you? How was it?" It was... Armand!" Sharon REALLY didn't want to go into it -- the fact that she'd managed to cum more than once during a rape was pretty embarrassing... "True. I'm tired, and I think I've had enough wine that I'll sleep. But thanks."She did sleep, but restlessly; Stacey was aware of her as she churned and, later in the night, got up for toilet and a large drink of water. On returning to bed, Stacey murmured, "You okay, Sweetie?" Yeah. Just ... restless." You need to take a break, you know. What would you do, usually?" From work?" Yeah." Go for a walk. Or go sailing – I'm a member of a local sailing club. In the evening, I might go to a concert.". I parted her lips and entered my tongue deep into her pussy, tasting the mix of her pussy juice and the ice cream, and it was good. I reached the inner walls of her pussy, stretched my tongue wherever it could reach, bit her clitoris, and fingered her asshole. And when her pussy was cleaned off the ice cream, I found out it didn’t have a speck of hair on. She looked at me wondering at the sight and replied she had waxed it for me, that it was my good boy present. And that was enough for me to. I felt nervousness float out through the top of my head, for gazing into her eyes gave me strength to move on, (It’s rather cheesy, but it’s how I felt). I just wanted to scoop her up into my arms and have my way her, right there on the kitchen table. But, I knew it wasn’t the proper thing to do, so I controlled my desire. Before I spoke again, she was rising to her feet. Her eyes never left mine, and it was as if she floated across the linoleum floor, to right in front of the spot where I.