My head was swimming with a desire so intense that it made me dizzy. I took my white-knuckled left hand from its death grip on the steering wheel and ...rabbed his bicep, pulling toward me until I finally felt a finger slip inside. The base of his thumb rested against my clit, rubbing slowly as a second finger joined the first. I lost all sense of decorum, fucking his hand with as much vigor as I'd ever shown a cock. I was shameless. The storm curtained us, not that there was likely anyone. When she would return she'd make up some excuse about her internet going out if anybody asked her about it. When asked to show to make up for it, she'd simply say she wasn't in the mood anymore. More often than not she was called a bitch for this, but I found it amusing and it endeared me to her all the more. A typical session with her was mostly just bullshitting though. In this method we'd delivered a bit of a more personal relationship. Not to say I knew anything about her, but we had. So in addition to my nipples, I now hadthese tiny mounds of flesh sticking out from my chest - maybe about twoinches in total.Man, if I thought I was getting turned on by my nipples, Matt wasobsessed by them. The other night in bed he lay on his back and had mekneel over him. He had his hand down in my crotch fondling me - whichfelt pretty good. But what felt even better was that he asked me tokneel down lower over him so that he could move his head up and lick onmy nipples and take them in his. “Oh, please don’t stop Mary; I’m just about to come again.” Hazel’s orgasm squeezed the last drops of sperm out of her pussy, and Mary cleaned her again. “You have a very soft touch, Mary. I shall need your help to make sure that my tattoos heal properly. And I will need you to help me shave myself as I can’t let my hairs grow back now. Now, would you help me up, please?” Mary helped her to stand up. Now that the shock of seeing Hazel’s tattoos had worn off, she realised that Hazel’s breasts.