"I'm dreading when this one popsout... tempted to go for a C-section but I can't really afford the scar,not when I want to get back into modelling aft...r I've lost all the babyweight." I dunno," I muse as I lazily trace the faint outline of the V-shapedscar above my vagina through my dress. "Some scars just make you morebeautiful..."Naturally, after Sarah and I arrive home, we waste no time in freeingeach other from our clothes and spending the rest of the morning wrappedin each other's. Reading these stories while he was still working were my indulgences for the day, my little bit of alone time, and I took full advantage. My eyes scanned the page as I read a heated story between two of my favorite characters from a book I had recently finished. Finding this story boring and poorly written, I backed out of the page, setting my computer down again, and sighing in boredom. I sprang to my feet, deciding to go bother him again. Treading quietly up to his chair, I placed a soft. Her clit was standing up as her palm mashed it. She started swirling around on it and she got the idea to run her finger inside. “OH MY GOD yes yes yesyesyes” thundered through her head as her eyes crossed, legs cramped up, toes curled and her first orgasm hit her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming as the second one hit her. And then darkness. The pungent smell of sex surrounded the room when she woke up. Because she had passed out in it she hadn’t noticed it. Carly rolled over and then. . Now he wondered if a Sailor could keep up with her.'Is my language that bad, ' he thought, 'I fucking hope it's not.'Then he laughed over the irony of the thought."What the fuck are you doing in there?" came his wife's voice through the door, " are you playing with your fucking self, again."Ron bit is tongue so that he didn't comment. He knew that to do so would just start another argument. He looked down at his johnson, which didn't seem to be interested any longer. So he relieved himself,.