It was the first time she had ordered me, before she had always asked. Her voice was irresistible, it had a strange, mesmerising power.She shifted on ...he sofa, rolled back, jack-knifed her legs against her chest, and trapped them behind her arms. It made her cunt utterly accessible. She guided my left hand to the open, slippery, proud-lipped gash... She used me. She ruffled those already sex-thickened lips with my fingertips. I coned them, and she began to work them in. I had yearned for this. 000+ now!In fact her lead is overwhelming, as I lost count of all our communicationsIn two other media where we chat a lot - and often for a few hours each dayI can say that Linker leads by at least 50.000+ - probably even over 60It is almost incredible, as we started to talk less than twenty months back!Inspiring muse for many of my stories - under about a dozen different namesI know she leads as well in the list of my tributes by stories - at least 100+I know she loves me at a least much as I. She was the taller of the two and her legs were beautiful. The nighty was lacy and showed the tops of her breasts which were gently supported in a lacy bodice held by two spaghetti straps. My mother-in-law, Betty, a brunette, was in a white nighty, one that let the darker color of her nipples show through, as they both passed a bottle of body lotion to one another, applying it to their arms and legs, hardly paying attention to me though I was certainly paying attention to them. Most of all, my. "Should we be afraid?" Robbie asked."Somebody should," I said and laughed maniacally. Which earned some strange looks from people in the hall. "Do you know what day this is?" Uh, Wednesday," Tami ventured."Exactly."The girls looked at each other, then me. "Is there more to it than that?" Tami asked."We are halfway through the first week of our second nine weeks. We need to celebrate." It was obvious," Robbie said, nodding to Tami.The girls closed their lockers, and we started up the hall toward.