That is just it, I have these thoughts and feeling of doing something I have never done. I have wanted to be with a woman, even more specifically you....I see, is it all the time, at night or does something make you think about this? There is this urge that takes over my body and almost makes me cum without touching myself. Michelle moved closer to me my eyes were still closed. I cannot stop thinking about you touching me or me touching you. Your breast are always a little visible almost. He sat on the sofa so I could kneel beside him and suck his big cock. Deeper and deeper I forced him down my throat as far as I could. Saliva was running down his cock as he moaned in pleasure. He reached behind me and was fingering my dripping pussy. He would occasionally slid a finger in my ass to loosen me up for what I knew was coming. Although I wanted to taste his cum, I was not going to forbid myself this beautiful cock inside me. I lifted myself off his cock and leaned over the back of. A few weeks later we went to a costume party. You wore a black bustier with a Rocky Horror Picture Show theme and a pair of short tight nylon short shorts. Your breasts brimmed over the top down to your nipples. I went as a cowboy complete with leather leggings. The party was at a large beautiful house. The buffet was fantastic and really good wine and pot were abundant. The music was soft and romantic. During one of our dances your bustier slipped down a little and your nipples were peeking. ” “Immune, you say? Are you telling me that you choose not to release your sexual tension… at all?” Charles’ eyes went wide at Lady Gorham’s enquiry as to his masturbatory habits. “It takes a strong man to resist the temptations of Holywell Street.” “Speak not of that filthy place, the very words sully your innocent lips. Never have I seen such sin crammed into one location – under the pretence of medical manuals.” Lady Gorham nodded. “Yes, indeed.” A thought occurred to Lady Gorham. Tease.