It was a gloomy day when the call had came in that you were moving on with your life. I asked you if I could see you one last time and you agreed. I went to your house later on that night not sure of what I was going to say or do. I did know that I needed to touch, taste and kiss you one last time. That same old lump in my throat was starting to act up again along with the tears that were forming in the corners of my eyes as I turned down this so familiar street.
I went to the main door and buzzed your apartment; you let me in and I suddenly was having second thoughts but continued my journey slowly. I looked in your eyes and saw just as much sadness as I saw in mine as I stared in the mirror earlier. My hand reached out and stroked your face letting you know that it was all right. I had been hurt before but this was so different. I needed you one last time. I stepped closer to you so that our chests were touching. My nipples hardened. I took your face into my hands and brought your lips to mine kissing you tenderly, you opened your mouth allowing me in; I could feel the moisture starting to wet my panties. I moved my lips to you ear and whispered, " Make love to me one last time baby." You just unbuttoned my shirt and pulled my tits from their corral, freeing them at last. You nibbled, and licked them, as you never have before. I was trying to undress you but with your mouth at my breasts, it made it difficult.