You went to the kitchen to get me some water, and I looked around your living room. You came in and put on the radio, pulled me close to you, and star...ed singing into my ear, the song you have sang over and over the twenty years we have known each other. You move your hands slowly down my sides, deliberately lingering at the cleft of my waist, the patch of skin left bare between where my shirt stopped and my low-slung pants began. Your left hand moves beneath my shirt, caressing my lower back. We actually fell in love but neither of us dare to tell to other one, it took some days to finnaly give in to our feelings and once we got that out, we started kissing and getting horny. The sex we had was amazing but the lust gave me also this great hunger and my b**sty nature grew stronger untill I nearly took a bite and hurting her while we did it. I almost lost all control and needed to stop before it was to late, she was doing fine but I got scared I could hurt her.The hunger was still. Danach hatte sie bis nach Mitternacht an der Übersetzung eines alten arabischen Textes gearbeitet, mit dem sie sich schon seit Jahren befasste, aus dem sie aber nicht recht schlau wurde. Die phantasievolle, von vielen Metaphern und Allegorien geprägte Sprache des ausgehenden 11.Jahrhunderts war eine höchst schwer zu deutende Materie. Die Kunst bestand darin zu erkennen, was eine Metapher und was eine einfach nur schwer zu glaubende Wirklichkeit war. An den meisten Universitäten wurde beinahe. Awkward. She probed and searched. I felt my rectum being stretched in unusual ways. The whole thing must have lasted a few minutes. Gianna’s fingers never relented. They worked and worked. And I stretched and stretched. She knew I had enough for one day. I don’t know. Maybe it’s female intuition. But she just knew. So she ended the session. When she pulled out, my asshole felt a slight gaping feeling, like something was missing. Her fingers had been inside me for so long that my butt had become.