She whimpered at the touch on her breast, and then cried out softly at my entry. "Oh, god, Jessie...yes, god, please..."

That was all I was waiting for. I reached down, gripped her hip, and pulsed my way deep inside her, moving slowly and gently, little thrusts matched by longer outward movements. Every ounce of self-control went into not burying it all at once, but even as I nudged my way deeper into Diane's body, I heard a soft, slick noise as the friction with her wetness increased. She cried out, arching up higher than ever, throwing her head back.

"Oh my god," she gasped breathlessly, and then slumped back...