I know that look, though I had only seen it twice before in my life. I saw it in the mirror on Thursday and Friday morning. There is a major differenc... between being ‘just fucked’ and being ‘well fucked. We were ‘well fucked’.My goodness, before this week I rarely even thought the word ‘fuck’, and here I am thinking and saying it over and over. Andrew has me constantly thinking of sex.When they came in, I tried looking stern. “Donnie, where have you been? You were supposed to be in bed by. .I want your tongue on my nipples” she said this grabbing my head and dragging it to her boobs. At this time my pussy juice had messed up the shorts I had on because I was extremely wet. When I finally brought my tongue to Vanessa’s boobs she went crazy, she was shaking as if she already had an orgasm. I bit her left nipple gently while I caressed the right one with my index finger and my thumb. It was clear she wanted this quick when she screamed. “Oh my goodness! I want to rub my clit.” This. What was even more confusing was his compliant response. ‘Of course,’ he smiled, gathered up the plates and exited to the kitchen, winking at me on his way out. ‘Steph, remind me how long you and Mark have been seeing each other?’ She has her elbow resting on the table and her chin resting in her hand. ‘A little over a year,’ I stated, despite candle light and wine, this had a faint feeling of a job interview. ‘Y’know, he rarely keeps any girl around for that long, you must be something. A day by the waters edge, love growing stronger. A simple kiss to put ones emotions aflutter. A silent greeting, a hug hello, skin on skin. The embrace of lovers. Sitting down by the waters edge, staring into the eyes of the one you couldn’t live with out. Never saying a word but always knowing what the other would say. Speaking of words never needed. But deep down wishing for the silence to break. Wishing to tell her something important, finally mustering the courage to speak the secret. The.