I hooked my legs around her head and bucked into her. Another finger entered as she sucked and slurped on my tiny clit, purring like a cat licking the...bowl of cream. Had my eyes been open, I would have seen her skillfully stripping herself of her own shirt. She wore no underwear, instead opting for my favorite lengthy strap-on. She pulled and tugged on it, stimulating her own clit and smearing some of my juice on the toy to enter me easier. I was so riled up that I wouldn’t last long; then. "We're not done here," she growled. Katie stopped in her tracks, wiped away the forced tears, and shoved Colleen's rolling chair backward, which I grabbed and forced to lean backwards (always a fun trick if someone isn't expecting it). She then practically pounced on Colleen, straddling her lap and holding Colleen's face firmly. "You're right, we're not," Katie said, her voice low and husky. "What the f-...mmmff," was all Colleen managed to squeak out, before Katie kissed her deeply. Between. She persistently hooks me up with someone, arranges blind dates for me, ever since I've become single. My ex and I broke up because of intense jealousy. We loved each other deeply but all those fights were tormenting. Honestly, it was an exhausting relationship so we decided to end it.Back to Shereen. There's this one time when she "innocently" brought a guy during our girls' night out. She introduced me to him. We spent the whole night drinking vodka and dancing. He brought me home because I. ’ ‘I thought you were tired.’ ‘You thought I was drunk you mean.’ she giggled. ‘Well yes, I did think the wine had gone to your head, you said so in fact.’ ‘Oh it had, I admit I was a bit tipsy – but just enough to free-up my thoughts – and my thoughts were a mix of five memories.’ ‘Five?’ ‘Yes. One – that last evening at Mike’s – I mean before he beat me so hard – how excited I got when he was just smacking me. Two – the incredible climax I had that time you smacked me. Three – the memory of.