It'll just take some time, and continued good behavior on your part. But you know that."I nodded, and snuffled again. I actually SNUFFLED, like I was ...till some little kid wiping my nose on my sleeve. I hate to snuffle. Gross. I reached for the tissues."Have you talked to Maria?" Saturday I called her 'cause I got another one of those 'kill the program' calls. I left a message on her voice mail, but she hasn't called back. She always calls back as soon as she can." After that raid she's. I felt like it was going to rip me open. It was a bittersweet moment. Like when you eat candy with a cavity. It tastes good but fucking screams pain from your tooth. Only this was screaming pain from my crotch. I have rather large labia. (Lips…. for you fuckheads that don’t know the difference) and they get caught between a dick and my outer lips (vulva) and get dragged into my pussy with every stroke. I guess it would be like me jerking you off and yanking your pubic hair and scrotal sac with. ." he pulled again and her back arched. "I would love to fuck you with it in." Oh, Jesus," she moaned."Yes?" he asked, reaching around to stroke the coppery hair between her legs as he tugged at the butt plug. Her hair was soaked. It was so wet, it wasn't even curly anymore."Please."He left the wet pubic hair alone and, instead, wrapped that long, copper braid around his hand and pulled her head back. "You can beg better than that."She moaned in that sweet throaty way. "You're not a nice man,". Maybe even a fancy new pair of fuck me stilettos.”“Liz!”“Oh stop, when was the last time you had sex with a man? The bathroom shower head and the vibrator in your room doesn't count either.”“Jesus Christ Liz, can we not talk about this. You're embarrassing me.”“Oh stop being such a prude. You're thirty-eight, you masturbate. I'm forty-one, and I masturbate too.”“I can not believe we are having this conversation, as a matter of fact, we're not having this conversation because you are going to.