Not as lonely as before. I think Katie is going to be a good friend. Nervous about going back to school and watching everyone dance around me, not kno...ing what to say. I don't even know what I want them to say. Nervous about how I am going to react. Will I blow up and become Amy the Hun again when someone gets up the courage to say something? Will it be 'God help the first idiot that says something stupid'?"Look what I did to you this weekend; you were trying to help and I didn't even mean to. When I told hubby I didn’t say it was a ‘date’ and just seeing someone for a picnic which he was fine with. Our first ‘date’ I wore a dress, and we met up at his work and went for a walk in the woods and around and sat on the grass sharing a picnic of cold drinks off the shelf sandwiches and lots of lovely sugar in bags. We talked for ages and got along well and although he looked at my cleavage and legs quite a lot he was a gentleman, as we walked back we crossed a hedge and he held my hand to. ” His cock now almost filled my mouth. “...When I don’t get my pleasure too.” His cock was now filling my throat too, and I was finding it difficult to breathe. He pulled out slightly and then snapped, “Now tell me you’re sorry for not pleasing me earlier!” I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to manage this seeing as most of his cock was still inside my mouth, but the sigh that he let out showed me that he wasn’t going to wait much longer. “Orry,” was all I could manage. “Sorry what?” he. Each time I pressed my digit inside her sweating rump she tightened her grip on my cock with her sensitive cunt and I loved the way she whimpered when I moved my demanding thump in every direction to stretch her backside for future entry.She crawled over to the oven and reached up to turn the knob off with me still buried to the hilt deep inside her fundament. The movement caused her glorious breasts to swing from left to right in a provocative manner that invited me to slap them with my palms..