It was getting dark, and to my Bondage the lights were on in the room. She began to weep. Yet I felt no shards of guilt ripping at my conscience and no reluctance to spread my legs for her touch. Gisele's hands supported my head between her thighs, possessively urging even closer communion between my face and her furrow. It was the first time I'd ever been with another woman. Her eyes were a clear, clever yellow. He took one cinnamon hand in both of his. Between her thighs the hair was matted, wet from her secretions and my own saliva. But now, to have her hovering so close and undressing me was making me tremble. Exhausted, she tumbled beside me on the bed. |