She aided the task by moving downwards until she was sitting on his lap and raised her arms above her head. The final movement of the sweater did her ...un in and her hair fell to her shoulders. She shook her head from side to side and ran her fingers through her hair as he dropped the sweater to the floor, taking in the sight of her. She moved her hands slowly down her torso and tilted her head ever so seductively at him. He felt like his erection would burst through his pants at any moment. She. Both desperate for a cigarette by this point, they stood in the rain and lit up. She started to shiver in her thin sweater and he moved behind her, curling his arm around her waist and pulling her against him. She gradually relaxed as his body heat seeped in to her. She finished her cigarette and turned in his arms to gaze in to his face. He slipped his hands under sweater and began stroking her back, his hands coming further forward every few seconds until he was holding her hips in his hands.. You can fuck me too if you want. I don't know why we have never done it but I promise to be real good for you. You can do anything you want to me, except fuck my pussy,"I said with all sincerity.No man had ever turned down an offer like that from me. Frankly I was sitting there waiting for that pathetic, classic male, glazed over look to settle on Ron's face. For him to start planning all the nasty things he would do to me.Imagine my suprise when he started crying, got up and left without a. She didn’t see any cuts, she didn’t understand how they could remove it without her knowing.“Patty...”“What? What’s wrong?”“It’s ... It’s ... gone. My implant isn’t in my fucking arm anymore,” Morgan said, genuine panic cracking her voice.“Okay, let’s take a breath,” Patty said audibly breathing in. Morgan mimicked her, trying to get more oxygen to her brain. A quick way to process stress was to breathe, sounds simple enough but it’s hard to do in an actual crisis.Breathing out slowly, Patty.