Seemed to give it a better flair if you ask me. Made it seem important to both of us, and in a way it did. ‘Exploring’ with Eleanor was always a...thrill, and we never got tired of each other. It was only in the two years before her death that our ‘exploring’ stopped completely. She wasn’t able to do many things and she tired very easily those days. Towards the end she couldn’t even get out of bed and it was up to me to take care of her. She died, as she had wanted to, in our bed with me. Unless you've ever touched or sucked the breasts of a eighteen year old girl, you can only imagine how tender and soft they feel. True, Jenny wasn't like other teenagers, but in this attribute she was all girl. I kissed and licked every inch of Jenny's tits while she sighed and cooed her enjoyment of the experience. I remembered her fondling her breasts while she jerked herself off so I made sure to keep at least one hand on a breast at all times. Every time I pinched a nipple, Jenny's frame. "Rather than remembering that this character is part of some defense system he needed to employ." But is that really fair to him, Ducky? I just can't see him as some frat boy, womanizer whose most complicated thoughts are where to go Saturday night and who he's going to sleep with after. There's more to him than that, Ducky." There is, Timothy. There is a great deal more to him. He's a highly intelligent man. Remember, he did an exceptional job in sports at a very high level, as well as doing. Slowly. I kissed until I hit her panties where I kissed her clit through the lacy material. She moaned again as I started to lick through the lacy material. They were soaking wet and she arched her hips towards me.The ribbons were undone quickly and I buried my face into her sweet tasting pussy. It was heaven. She tasted so good and I kept my face buried deep until she came with a loud shriek. Her hands were clutching at my hair, forcing my face to stay deep into her. It was only once she came.