How many times at night I had drifted off to sleep simply recalling the press of her lips against mine. Her taste, the sweetness of her spirit as she ...ave herself to me in this way. Kissing her was just as intimate, if not more so than the sharing of her body. I could lay there with her forever just touching her lips, touching them with tips of fingers, or running the edge of my tongue around them until fencing with her own. Unlike before, our coupling was slow, soft and so very, very sweet.. She needed a real conversation. A two year old, while precious, could only say so much. He had to be passionate. He needed to match her stroke for strode and stride for stride. He had to be willing to please and willing to let her occasionally take the reins. Her womanhood started to tingle in a way that it had not in ages. What was her body telling her? She knew it had been a while since she had felt a release. It had been almost a year since she had felt the touch of a man and even then she. But the effects, on the girland her friends, and on the school, were disruptive. While the school would not take any action against Rose for the exchange,she was on notice to watch her behavior. He also advised them that Rose'splanned absence the next day would be seen by many as resulting from theconfrontation. There was nothing that he could, or at least, would doabout that. Her teachers were already aware of the nature of the absence,and that she was not being subjected to any disciplinary. Then he started rubbing hard against my cock. I groaned and fell back against the bed. The last thing I saw before I hit the pillow was Jake’s open-mouthed stare as Zack continued his hot blowjob. Zack and Bethan then exchanged their obscene outbursts, in competition as to who could get the most juice flowing.“Mmm, now this is how you do cock you slag! Shit, this tastes so nice! Not like that thing you’ve got over there!”“You need to try it Zack! Shit, I want to fucking ride this thing! You.