A woman’s bed with all its whimsical touches of color and softness, sheets of satin, pillows of down and covers of burgundy encompassed smooth bodie... and tenderness of flesh. Soft thighs opened, sculptured collarbones pressed forward, the silken tangle of cast aside bedclothes, the willful wanton heart of women possessed with desire these had become the unbecoming universe of two secretive friends. Lydia’s femininity began to weep like a sweet wound. Desire had blossomed impossibly within her. He moved his thumbs along the bottom of my breasts as he as he rubbed and circled my nipples until they were hard. Once he was done rubbing them he sat back down on the floor, his hand running over my hip on his way down.“Now your panties, can you take them off.” I was honest afraid he would tell me to again, my walls were already torn down from taking off my shirt, so slowly, I pulled down my panties, showing my little patch of blonde hair. Once my panties were down I kicked them to the side. As well as this, Chris had taken at least two pints of my blood in the last few weeksThen one day, he came home and said "everything is ready"We drove for what seemed like hours before we arrived at the largest building I had ever seen. "Here we are. Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Chris asked. I looked at the building. The last building I would ever see. I closed my eyes and thought, trying to balance the love I had of my life with Chris against the regret I would feel if my. The streetlights were beginning to come on. Over the trickling splashes of water in the fountain they could hear a woman’s footsteps clicking away on the sidewalk on the other side of their hedge, moving by and away into the distance. She reached around and grabbed Grant by his ass with both her hands. He had a fine butt, and she loved grabbing it.He was right. This was pretty reckless. It felt wild and daring, and she wanted it to last. But she knew what she needed more was for him to respond..