He went back to playing with my nipples again, continuing to bite them harder and harder each time I'm sure I was bleeding by now but I refused to ope... my eyes to see this monster. If I can't see you, you can't see me. Right? It was no use. No matter how hard I tried to block this pain out I still felt it. He was moving his body lower now picking up the blade he set on the bed. He slid the blade across my panties, careful not to slice them yet. I couldn't believe it. My body was working against. As we lay on the bed facing each other on our sides I pushed my right hand down her soft stomach, through that perfectly shaped triangle of pubic hair and split her pussy open with my first two fingers. Already, her wetness had traveled to the outer lips and my fingers slid right down to her flowered opening. I could tell that she wanted me to stay at her clit by the way she pushed her hips at me as I passed by it but, judging by the moan she let out, she had no problem with me pushing a finger. Interesting, too, that she had been gone the following morning when the alarm clock buzzer woke him up. Where could she have gone to anyway. Probably off seeing that crazy psychiatrist of hers!What a waste of time and money! Christ, why didn't I ever get Helen to suck me off like this? It just had never happened, that's all. In the early days they'd made love all right, and a great deal too, but always she same way. It had just never occurred to him that they might do anything else.. Soon he started slowly moving his hips up, pushing himself into my hand. I swear I even heard him groan. He couldn’t move much or mom would have noticed, so he just barely moved his hips back and forth, grinding against my hand harder and harder. His breathing getting ragged, his heart pounding against my chest. The arm he had wrapped around my shoulders pulled me tight into his chest. His fingers digging into my arm, almost painfully. Just then mom slowed down to pull into the driveway. We.