She stroked the vulva flakes moist with excitement. Every now and then she returned to the clitoral area to finally reach the dewy entrance. She separ...ted the folds that surrounded the entrance and nimbly began to drill into the cavernous depth. She reached a place where it was impossible to go further. She waved a finger wet the lust-wet wall of my shell and took it outside. She raised her hand and put her finger to her lips. She turned it slowly, her lips tightly closed, as if she wanted to. The way he always fixed his attention on her which was appealing. And the way his eyes would wander to her petite frame every time she entered a room told her he desired her.“Thank you, you’re sweet.” Alisha replied, a feeling growing inside her.“Look, I know your hubby doesn’t treat you the way he should. You have so much to offer, but he holds you back. Almost like a prisoner in your home.”Alisha stood and made her way to the sink, trying to fight the new things she was feeling. She was. She sat holding the bottle of beer in her hand and said, "Not business and this certainly isn't pleasurable. I came here to talk to you." Do you mean that this trip isn't pleasurable because you have to talk to me or that what you have to talk to me about isn't pleasurable?"Carla said, "The latter. I need to talk to you about what happened in Atlanta."I was starting to get a little angry. What the hell did she think she was doing coming down her to review something I wanted to forget about. I. ..why do you look like..." Upon smelling her perfume, his mind flashed back to a defining moment from his childhood: He was sitting on his mother's bed, looking at an old photograph of her. "You're so pretty, Mommy," he praised her.He returned to the present. "...like my mother?" He looked Eudora up and down, and then recoiled from her. "I fucked you, and you look like my mother!?" Your greatest fantasy, master," she replied, stroking his face with her gloved hand. "Trust me, I know."He dropped.