"Why?" Because I'm not worthy of you." Why aren't you?" Because I'm a whore."Henry's mind raced as to which way to counter this. Rather than refute it...he chose to question her but not too seriously."Oh? Since when?" Never in fact but mentally and in any case everybody thinks I am."So?" I can't drag you down. I ... I've got to let you go." Do you still love me?" Yes. Of course I do and that's why I've got to let you go. You mustn't be tainted with me. I'd ruin your life." OK, so let's go back to. Her body pushes harder into mine, i can feel her breasts rising and falling more deeply... her hand comes up and runs through my hair as she pulls me closer... we kiss deeply, our lips and tongues playing over one another...her tongue danced around, exploring my mouth, she sucked at my lower lip... her mouth moved from mine as she ran her tongue lightly down to my neck and let her teeth run over my wet skin. I could feel the goosebumps immediately shoot up... her hands starting to tickle across. Her long legs were encased in black latex stockings and knee high boots that laced in the front. The boots had a narrow stiletto heel of at least four inches and were severely pointed at the toes. From my vantage, I could see a red latex thong and some garters that connected to her stockings and went up under the waist of her skirt. Her waist was constricted by a leather corset, which made her waist look almost too small and swelled her breasts. She wore a. ." I guess a lot," Lon replied. "Might be a good thing for me to get more familiar..." Well, there are -- ooohhh -- differences; some girls can't take having their clit worked on directly, so you kind of work along the hood..." Like this?" Lon ran a finger up either side. "I can feel it humping up..." Yeah," Beth gasped, "That's real nice ... Other girls can take having you just go at it from undernea-- AAAAHHH!!" Like that?" Lon asked, grinning."Uh huh!" Beth was really agitated -- and for.