Based off of previous experience, I knew I'd have to hold her thighs apart while she rode the wave unless I wanted my head crushed or to suffocate. Pl...nning ahead, I wrapped my hands around her thighs and dove in. Her taste was rather neutral, but the smell was fantastic! A mixture of melon and vanilla. Her clit was very responsive as well, too much, really. If I hadn't been holding her thighs and bruising them some, my ears would be pinned to head. Strong thighs for such a little woman! She. The operations had included skin grafts and scarring that were quite shocking for the other kids to look at. She still got the looks sometimes, but the worst of it now was that her stupid leg dragged a bit in a limp and needed to be lifted up onto its cushion. Anne expelled a breath of exhaustion. It was so hot out that day, and she had just finished cleaning her car and lugging all the junk she had accumulated up the four flights of concrete stairs to her apartment. That last trip had been. He was quiet and seemingly embarrassed at his behavior the night before. He did apologize, only it wasn't over coffee. It was over a glass of wine for me and a beer for him at the local drinking hole. I looked at him and he seemed so different, much more polite, considerate... even contrite, like a little boy, and I felt my heart go out to him. There was a small dance floor and a jukebox playing slow sexy songs. After another glass of wine, Pete asked me to dance and with the wine and the music. She wanted to feel clean again. Going to bed with Ben had been a mistake; she now realized these things weigh heavier on a woman’s mind than on a man’s. She felt bad for every drunken bar room pick up she’d ever made as a man, looking for a quick thrill or one night stand. She felt horrible for using this unknown woman’s body for personal gain, and she was disgusted with herself for being so gullible in her dealings with Ben; she should have known better. It would have been nice, when and if.