Then his hands cupped my tits in a vice grip. It was so hard that made me whimper in the most tiniest pleasurable pain.“ohh….please don’t. I can...��t,” was all i could manage to say with his lips tightly glued around my erect nipples. He went on a wild spree sucking it and milking it, till i could take no more. I was writhing in the bed; moaning and thrashing in pleasure, my hands caressing his hair, holding it tight. My old husband then adjusted his clothes and made himself nude for the next. "For fuck's sake, what to you think I'm made of? I know I said I agreed with you. Rule one, you said. Don't screw the crew. I agreed. Flatmates shouldn't get nearly that close. I kept my distance, didn't I?"And the longer I behaved, the worse you got. First the casual stroll from bathroom to bedroom. You think I can't see your ass wiggling when you walk? That I don't see you when you head to the laundry looking for some of those sexy panties? That your nipples are invisible, no matter how hard. I tried to keep all of my meetings and dealings with people at these things on a friendly but professional level.That meant that I avoided the display girls with a passion. They were pretty and shiny and all of that but they simply weren't worth my marriage.I still loved Helen deeply after all of these years and I was a firm believer in that old saying, "If you can't be with the one you love ... Keep it in your pants."Besides at 28, I was an old soul, firmly entrenched in the limbo between. Justine had not been asleep more than a couple of hours. Distantly the wolves howled in their mountain lairs and a frost hung in the night air as Justine suddenly awoke with a start. She was sure someone was calling her name. She strained in the darkness to hear but there was only silence to greet her. She looked over to Andre who slept soundly, his heavy breathing the only sound penetrating the stillness of the darkened room.There! There it was again. More in her mind than an actual sound. Her.