I feel hot all over. It concentrates between my legs.I wait for her to say something else. It's like... it's like I want her to say something else. Li...e I'm anticipating it. No, this... this isn't right.Finally, I manage to move again. It's even harder. The door seems miles away."Do you know what it is like to experience intense pleasure, Miss Fallon?"It comes over me like a wave, softly flooding my body. I quiver as it feels like ripples over my skin. Tiny hot flashes play in my sex and on my. Mary had been raised in a very conservative religious household. I do believe it resulted in her somewhat Jekyll and Hyde behavior. She dressed sweetly and properly in public. Her clothing did very little to draw attention to her unusually large breast. The heavy stiff,breast flattening bras removed any chance of wiggle or sway. She hated profanity and frown sharply on anyone that did, including me. Yet when we were engaged in foreplay, the rules disappeared and I would begin insert. I couldn’t believe that it was happening. I looked forward to our almost daily chats. I found myself finding ways to be online when she could be. I even took days off from work so that we could talk unencumbered. Otherwise, our chats would often be interrupted with our daily responsibilities of family and mealtimes and tucking our children into bed. Fortunately, the warmth that I felt was two-way. Our emails and our conversations became more romantic, more fantasy-ridden and more sexual. I. I longed to do it again, but getting the water just right was obvoisly just a fluke and not easy to do - so I have never again taken the risk.But I was now hooked. I made up a small pump designed to pump almost anything I could throw at it. My first use of it was to empty the teapot (tea leaves an all) into the pump containter, I put in my tube which by now was nicely smoothed off with no sharp edges and just short of my bladder.I connected the pump and proceeded to pump the cold tea and the.