I laughed and his hands released my breasts and slowly trailed back down my back. They reached the top of my pantaloons, and stopped for a moment then...went further town into them/.. I moaned softly, his hands tugging at my pantaloons. “Can you take these off?” he whispered. I nodded, sitting up. I managed to tug them off and toss them aside, now only in my knickers. “Good Girl…. You have been good lately haven’t you…” I bit my lip not sure if this was a trap or not, but then I decided it was. The mezzo that would be playing Mussetta was not known for her calm demeanor. She would not be amused. Allen was about to leave the opera house when he ran into Edie. He handed her the DVD he had brought for her and asked for her DVD of her previous night. She laughed and said, ‘Believe me, there was nothing of any interest to record. You disappeared early last night, did you have a more interesting project waiting?’ ‘Yes, pastrami on rye.’ ‘Oh, I love that place. I usually eat a corned beef. And after…It embarrassed me how I remembered it rather than what happened. I tried to tell myself it was natural. That I was just too inexperienced, because I couldn’t deny the truth of it. It had been the best sex of my life.Is masturbation sex? Not technically, but emotionally? Mentally? I like to think sexual expression is still special when it occurs alone. Masturbation can be self-love instead of self-hate if it isn’t always perceived as a substandard substitute. Maybe it was just being. His jamming fingers into my cunt making my body judder and my tits bounce up and down.All the time there is an excited gleam on his face, he is constantly sucking back the saliva his mouth is making, he leans further forward still continuing to fuck me hard and takes a nipple in to his mouth, sucking and biting hungrily, his mouth is quite rough but the pain is helping me build to orgasm. He transfers his hunger to my other nipple clamping down and drawing the tight bud into his mouth, raking.