I anticipated the blow to my head and purposely delayed my ascent to shield my head from the inevitable. The washing machine door was light and did no... compare to the thick freezer lid. I did not expect a single piece of metal to even sting. What I did not consider was Wendy’s dedication to realism. In her attention to detail she conpensated for the difference in weight between the heavy freezer lid and the washing machine door by summoning all of her strength and energy to bring the door. I moved my hands up to the bottom of her breasts, continued to kiss her neck, and then stared to gyrate my hard on into her little butt. I placed a hand on each breast and began gently massaging them. I started playing with her little nipples, they quickly hardened into little erasers. She scrunched forward as if I was tickling her, this caused her ass to push against me even harder. I turned her around, placed my hand under her chin and raised her head up to meet mine. I kissed her gently on. We made out for a bit. I worked to get her nude as well, which wasn't very difficult given that she wasn't really putting up that much of a fight. We fell back onto the couch. I pressed into her full breasts, fuller than the last time I saw them like this to be sure. Heather didn't miss a beat though, maneuvering both of us to be on the couch properly. I broke from the kiss. She smiled up at me, as I positioned myself at her entrance. I plunged my length into her, causing her to let out a sigh.. He moves behind her again and stops. Her senses are reaching out, desperately waiting for another touch, any touch. Waiting, anticipating, she is going out of her mind. Softly he runs his nails up the back of her leg and over her ass. Repeatedly, coming closer to her pussy each time but never touching. Both hands now, lightly then hard again. "Please," she moans, "please touch my pussy." Her need has become an ache. Her nipples are painfully erect and she rocks back and forth, dragging them.