She slowly counted, breathing deeply each time.Okay. That's better. Everything is under control. I think I'll just clean up the kitchen a bit like thi.... Why not? I'm home alone, so who cares?She raised her arms above her head and stretched. Aaaaahhhh ... This feels great. I have nothing to be ashamed of about my body. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty darn good-looking. That's what people always say to me, at least. And the way that my Tiger sometimes looks at me shows that... No. I can't think. As she did, her touch through the jeans landed on the piercing stud she had in her clitoral hood. The stud worked her clit like a hammer on an anvil. Ordinarily on a day less oppressive, the tight shorts alone would drive her to distraction, but the hand on her crotch and the tickling of the ice more than made up for the weather. Ashley started to moan. She unsnapped and unzipped her shorts and dove her hand inside her panties. At the same time, she moved the ice under her tank top and rested. Maybe take another crack at the pose we tried a few weeks ago on my bed. Do you remember?” He looked at her for a moment, seeing if she comprehended his meaning, then cleared his throat and continued when she didn’t say anything, just kept cleaning... “You had felt a little shy about it. It was the one for my friend where I’d ask you to lay on my bed and open your legs.” Without thinking, he parted his middle and index fingers into a wide Y shape as he spoke. “Except this time, instead of. ..I had an early appointment to get to so I stopped at the deli for coffee a bit earlier than usual. As I was walking out, Carla pulled into the parking lot. She parked in the corner of the lot and I went over to say hi. It was cold out and she asked if I had a few minutes to sit and chat. I said sure and got into her SUV.Once inside she put her hand between my legs and began squeezing my cock. "Almost better than coffee!" she exclaimed. My cock was hardening and I reached over and grabbed a.