Her breathing was even more rapid than before. Accidently my hand brushed her nipple and it was as if an electric shock went thorough her. My erecti...n that I was quiet capable of hiding until this point became so large that I was concerned that I would split my shorts. I could feel the tip getting wet and my balls tingling with anticipation. “Sorry” I apologised ever so insincerely. “No problem” she gasped. Next was her waist and I was bit more careful here not to act inappropriate. All. ”“Jorge.”“Obviously. But he was too much of a friend to you to ever do it, even with your express permission. And I have to say, that permission did surprise me.”I laughed, hard, “Oh, right, because I can bang anything that moves, but you can’t make love with the one guy on the planet you truly loved? Seriously?”“It was the reason, Tiger,” Jessica said quietly. “I would have done it to hurt you, which would have destroyed both Jorge and me. It was like my decision to have an abortion - that was. .Born Jennifer Warne, I was Jenny from an early age, and somewhere around adolescence insisted on spelling my name with an 'i'. My father died when I was only six months old; he had his front tyre burst while riding his Triumph Bonneville much too fast on the motorway. A large car following too closely behind was unable to stop or he might have survived. It appeared that he'd hit a sharp fragment of broken glass. Loraine, my mother, was devastated but the need to care for me meant that she. He was still cumming on my face and in my hands. What a waste I said as I licked the remaining cum off my hands. He collapsed to the floor, exhausted from our little adventure. But then my eyes shifted to his glorious cock. Youre… Youre still hard! I couldnt believe it. I just gave this kid the best orgasm he had ever had, and he was still stiff as a brick. Well good thing because you and I arent finished. I stood up off my knees and peeled my panties from my throbbing pussy lips and dropped.