We just started going at it like fucking a****lS !!! ... not kissing ... JUST SUCKING ON EACHOTHER'S LIPS, TONGUES, CHEEKS AND CHINS ... my hand tryin... to grasp her breast through the vest and long sleeved shirt that covered it …. fingers prying into the shirt, popping buttons and reaching into the under wire bra to find a solid breast .. the nipple standing at attention ... hard as a bullet ... her grasping talon of a hand cupping my balls and package though my black jeans .. ripping the. The images that ran through my mind as I pleasured myself were alwayssimilar. Sometimes I imagined that I was an underwear model marching infront of a crowd that looked at me with admiration and desire, but most ofthe times I dreamed that I was my own mother. I imagined myself walkingaround the house half-naked like she used to, or sunbathing on the beachwearing a minimal bikini with all eyes fixed on my barely covered ass.After some time this ritual became routine, I started to feel the need. "Really" Jane exclaimed. "Can I see yours?" she questioned. Jane had a very natural way of saying not so natural things. I found myself, erotically opening my legs to Jane and separating my labia so that she could see my hood jewelery. . Jane immediately extended her finger and touched my jewelery sending me into an even higher state or arousal. I could feel my juices flowing and thought she was going to notice. And she did! My oh My! you are dripping wet, exclaimed Jane and she got up. For the next two days, Melissa and I hid in the apartment, clinging toeach other for support, dreading what was going to come next. The onlything that kept us both sane was our love for each other. But even as Iwas hugging Melissa, the words of that strange old man kept haunting me,running through my mind with that cackling laugh and his piercing blueeyes. Every time I looked at either Melissa or myself, I was reminded ofhis eyes. Of his laugh. "Oh God" I found myself crying out on the.