Now?”
“Why not? “Oh…yeah, *baby*… suck my tits!” It was rare when Rachel would actually speak during lovemaking. Mastrubating, that is,” she said with a little smile. Rachel was a pleasant woman, perhaps not a super-model, but she held her own against the “cheerleader” types. You don’t have to answer them if you don’t want to. Oh well, no big deal. Due to arrive in 15 minutes, she decided to put on some coffee and settle down. She worked him up, pushing him higher and higher until she was sure that he would explode. “How long have you been doing this?” Rachel asked. I want this to be right.”
She had planned to wait for the second time around, but what the hell. She remembered back to her undergrad days, when she fought tooth and nail to be the best psych major there was, so she could have this assistanship. Ironically, it was the most relaxed Rachelhad seen him. “I’m gonna make you cum, Chris,” she said huskily.
