Nowhere Else To Go
I was starting to become desperate with the situation. He was a good guy, sure, and very supportive with all my work problems. But I hadn't seen his cock for several months, he had stopped caressing my tits and trying to get his hands inside my knickers. And, although I am not a women who needs sex on a daily basis, I was in my mid-twenties and needed an orgasm from time to time. He was sitting on the sofa, half smiling a...