I bring my wet finger to my mouth. I open my mouth, stick out my tongue, with the tip of my tongue, I lick my finger, mmmmMe-even i wanna taste your f...nger. My cock is straight and hot and …..Jessy-I wrap my lips around my finger and suck on it, real slow, I taste good, salty, but a little sweet tooI lick my finger clean, my clit is starting to throb, I start rubbing it, my pussy is so wetMe-I like sweet and salty…my heartbeat is rising. I can imagine you touch yourselfJessy-No vibrator, I like. .. special ... to each other and yet without that defining, romantic love? It seemed to be working for Adrienne. She always said he was her rock, and she's never seemed happier than the way things were now.Adrienne. She had been there, the last time I was here. She'd been WITH him, romantically, as his girlfriend, while I was just the friend. I remembered that day like it was yesterday, hugging him from behind with my forehead against his shoulder. We were standing ... there ... by that parking. She handed the attendant the ticket and headed straight to the restroom. She seemed singularly focused as she went into a stall and closed it. She sat down and opened the box, staring at the devices without touching them.He was here. Somewhere in that theatre he was here and waiting for her. Waiting to tease and torment her with these very devices. Her heart began to race harder and as much as she fantasized about this moment as the moment presented itself, she thought about running and running. After out first c***d was born things started to change. Blow jobs were once a month and not more rim jobs. I still eat her pussy like it was my last and she loves that still to this day. At dinner he said that mother don't do those things. I said that they do and we should start back doing it because it make my dick harder. She told me that she will think about it. We drink a bit more than we are use to and got pretty drunk. on the way back to our room she said that see was horny all hell. .