It was getting late and I still didn't see that El Camino coming down the drive. Not only had it be one of the most long and agonizing weeks without h...m, it was what he did to me while he was away. Getting the cute text messages that drove me over the edge about what he would do to me if we were together. Due to that cursed lake keeping his reception to an aggravating low we were limited to only texting so it was hard to really relieve ourselves of the sexual frustration building between us. I. She found that out when she rolled the inanimate thing into the trailer she’d borrowed. It became more apparent getting from the trailer, to the builders elevator and then across the open floor. It had taken the last of her reserves to push her husband’s first love over the edge. That last extra effort, providing the momentum that very nearly killed her.The shattered body, she saw far below afforded her great pleasure. He’d have her husband back now. No more would she have to compete. He. ’ After I lay down, Fourth and Long came on. I took some Nyquil and after a while got a little sleepy. But I was also still horny! I could tell she was horny, too, which is funny because I could not imagine what turned her on about my condition. ‘I thought about jerking off before, but waited. I don’t know why I waited, sweet thing. There’s not too much we can do.’ ‘I wouldn’t mind sucking you, but I want to see the show and I really just want to squeeze him for a while. How about if I stroke. Her love button was now exposed, facing above and I had full access to it. I started flicking my tongue over it and sucking on it vigorously, as Trish started shuddering violently in excitement. As she reached orgasm, I squeezed her hips tightly, enclosing my mouth over her pussy. Trish started cumming violently, wave after wave. I hungrily savored her creamy pussy juices, which believe me, tasted something like litchi-nectar. I got up and replaced my tongue with my fingers. First of all, it.