He made me into a nymphomaniac. I had to have it from him constantly, any chance that we got. We ended up fucking many times in his mother’s house, ...n his car, in my car, in my parents’ car, in my parents’ house, out in the woods, in friends houses, just anywhere that we could. It was the happiest time in my life. I was in love, and totally carefree. One night he confessed to me about being molested as a child and we had to work through that together. It made us even closer as a couple. It was. After sucking and kissing them for half an hour I slowly got down to her navel which deep….I played there a little and she stretched her body because she was feeling ticklish… still I was pressing her boobs… They were such that you cannot move your hands away from them… Then after playing with her navel I went to her face and missed her for some time…. I was going from her lips to her ears and then back of neck and then back on her boobs…. Then slowly I started to take my hands to her pubic. His joy flooded through them both as he laughed and put his arms around her, embracing her joyfully.“Oh, God! I love you so much!” he laughed as he swung her around the room, unable to contain his happiness.“Good!” Béla grunted, the word squeezed out of her lungs. She wondered what he was so happy about. She hated pants. She hated belts and buckles. Before they existed, everything had been so… available. He set her down and stared into her eyes, unable now to look away from her. “Now fuck me,. .got tohurry up and get there... but not too soon. I want this to be good for her.Just going to take my time, lick her all the way down, trace a wet trailfrom the bottom of her breasts to her navel. Liked that soft giggle when mytongue tickled her navel for a second. Kiss her stomach, give her more ofthe butterflies she says are there. This is so good. And her pussy is sosmooth. I could lick and kiss it all night. But I know better things arewaiting. And her hands are pushing my head lower and.