Miss Abishag Gets Married 2

My body fired up with a strange curiosity for sensuality. What is was I understood not. I let him inhale my maternal protection. My fingers worked their way through his mousy brown hair with animal vigour. I made no secret of my obsession with him. My mouth brushed his ear. My fingers stroke his back and roamed to below. With my lowered eyes I noticed I aroused his desires. I leaned my heavy and full breasts forward, teasing him with my towering height. I thought, ‘My sweetheart, this evening I am not myself, look I can give you joy.’ I teased him from my towering height. My tongue flicked, his lips opened, rapturous joy burst. Why have I denied myself for so long. Was it time I make the sound of teaspoon?