He'd intended to dominate the conversation, but not to that extent. What he hadn't expected was the way Lauren seemed to be reacting. Playing a hunch,...he reached out and put his hand on her breast, cupping it from below, and hefting and squeezing it slightly.He expected to be yelled at, probably slapped, but instead Lauren closed her eyes and moaned. Pressing his advantage, he kept his grip and reached for the other breast with his other hand, getting another moan for his efforts. He fondled. He was starting to find the strength to say no. He realised he was so infatuated with her, he found himself agreeing to her kinky schemes. But that wasn't him. He considered himself a regular guy who just wanted a regular relationship with the one he loved. And he did love her, of that there was no doubt. She was making it just so hard for him, for what reason, he didn't know. Hadn't he demonstrated enough affection and honesty for her?However, a week out from the conversation with Sharmila,. How he gracefully moves like that on a branch is beyond me. He had my legs around him and my pussy lips were touching his crouch and leaving wet trails of juices on his bulge. The man noticed this by seeing me looking. He pressed into me and breathed next my ear. "Are you enjoying this, Rae?" He said as he presses into me. "N-No!" I say defiantly while trying to get him out from between my legs. I was unable budge the man. "How?! I can't even move him! I am strong! I've pushed men off me and. Sex didn't happen right away which probably enabled us to create a real relationship. When it did, we became addicted. I mean looking back I guess he performed well enough, but nothing extraordinary and most times I hardly ... you know ... but he felt comfortable I guess. And we talked. He's a charmer. His best feature, because he's kind of average otherwise."After a couple years though the conversations lessened. We hardly talk now. And as far as sex ... He must get it somewhere, because when.