My hand sliding so gently down my soft body into my jeans then under my black and red stripped thong; I start to play with my clit making myself moan ...nd move my hips. I slowly enter my pussy pulling my middle finger in and out. I then add my pointer finger and my ring finger trying so hard to please myself but it was not working, I was now sad that I couldn't’t fix my lust to have sex. I got up and washed my hands and changed my thong and jeans. I looked at the clock and it had been about an. As he pulled his pants back up, tucked in his shirt and cinched his belt tight; I slid my thong off. After I signed it with a gold sharpie, I handed it to him. Then he gave me a quick kiss and whispered, "Thanks!" Then he headed back to the party and his girlfriend. Since I needed to wait few minutes after he left, so we wouldn't be seen returning to the party together, I sat on the diving board to pass the time. But just as I was about to leave myself, I heard voices whispering in the. Now, I need the real thing."For the next ten minutes it was sex designed to provide pleasure. He took her to the edge of a climax, then pulled away. The next time he built up that sex heat in much the same way, but instead of lingering at the precipice, he plunged over. He took her up to a climax and then even more. She screamed, first in surprise and then soared in ecstasy. Semen squirted into her, blasting her inside with such force she could feel the impact. She knew what it was and that was. Back then I liked using it although our flat was on the second floor. “Tomblike thing,” she said matter-of-factly and fixed her eyes on the ceiling. “But it works, that’s important,” I answered. My gaze slid around her figure. She was 5’3’ tall, had nicely rounded forms and cute face. I doubted she weighed more than 110 pounds. Her long black hair spilled freely over her shoulders. The elevator creaked , and then stopped between the fourth and the fifth floor. There was a strange humming.