While she might still love her husband, she wanted, even needed more, much more, of this incredible lover, now and in other nights to come. She squeez...d her pussy, felt resistance from Malcolm's still stiff cock and smiled to herself. Still, there’s no time like the present to start getting some more. #The following week saw no change in the simmering feud between Donna and Clay. Any twinges of guilt were swept away by his crappy attitude. It made getting away with Malcolm for a repeat. "Only what is. Your eyes saw stone andfor you it was stone. Even though it was an open door that you or anyof those who were there before you could have passed out of. You justhad to see what is really around you." But I saw the door," Theodulf protested. "Did you not see the futilemarks the others had hewn into its surface or the great axe that wasworthless on the floor?" Oh I saw that," the cat replied."I thought it great foolishness that they would break their teeth on awall of stone that. "Make it up to me." What the fuck does that mean??" Make it up to me. Make me forgive you."Charlie sat still on his couch, butt naked and holding his phone in one hand and a marker in the other. He felt an overwhelming urge to make Sam feel better, and finally chose to write, "Sorry, Sam," along his cock, with a cute little sad face following it. He sent a picture, and waited.Five minutes. Ten minutes. Seventeen minutes passed before Sam curtly replied, "Not enough." His shoulders sank. He drew. I need you bad!" Nothing!OK, maybe when you slide your prick in her and her pussy walls flutter and move and squeeze and her arms go around you and she groans in that special way that tells you she has just been made really happy ... that's cooler. There's nothing cooler than that, though.Then again, I guess it's pretty cool when she pants faster and faster and her voice gets higher and louder until she squeals and says she's cumming and that she loves you and for you please not to stop. Yeah.