I would insert a finger once in a while to build my juices up. In my mind I would visualise a woman to whom I really wanted to do things with but neve... had the guts to go through with. In my mind I was going down between her thighs, licking her pussy and tasting her lovely juices. I would stick my fingers into her wet pussy as I kissed her on her beautiful lips. Her tongue entering my mouth I felt a rush through my body. Oh it was such a lovely feeling kissing a woman and placing my fingers. I told him that I would have to ask my motherfirst. I did not know what to do since I was certain that he would expectsex that night! But, I really wanted to attend my senior prom!I went home and told my mother that this hunk of a athlete wanted to takeme to our Senior Prom! Now, my mother became esthetically happy that her"daughter" had a date to the senior prom.I was shocked when she asked, "You did accept that date didn't you?"I replied, "No, I didn't know what to say, so I told him that I. Her face was pressed to the ground, wet from the tears that had pooled there, and her eyes were half-closed and staring at the wall. The only real movement came from her hands, still handcuffed to her ankles. They twitched every few seconds, as if she was trying uselessly to push me away or push herself up. She definitely hadn't realized prep time was over, and I saw no reason to warn her. I simply eased my cock in one more time, made sure I had a firm grip on her hips, and lunged.?Thank. Sheila was smart, attractive and funny but she was also dirt poor. She was working as a receptionist when she met Phil and he swept her off her feet with his apparent charm, good looks and his money. It didn’t take her long to figure out that Phil married her to be his trophy wife to make partner at the law firm. Sheila loved sex and money but Phil loved money and more importantly power and control. At least they had money in common, she reflected upon as they were riding up in the elevator. .