Her breasts hung invitingly near my face as she knelt above me and I sucked each one into my mouth, laving the nipples with my tongue until she moaned her appreciation. The bubbles surged into the widened gap, nibbling like soft mouths, tugging gently at my nether lips, and urging my clitoris into full erection. She struggled to relax herself, even as her sex clenched these invaders, causing them to roll slowly against each other inside her, brushing against those sensitive walls, so long untouched. Exhausted, she tumbled beside me on the bed. I know. Yet I felt no shards of guilt ripping at my conscience and no reluctance to spread my legs for her touch. Deep inside, she laughed. She slowly pulled them past his hard-on, which had to be eight inches. And she somehow felt empty and forsaken. I tried to read something from her expression that would tell me that she was feeling different too.