He kept switching between fingering me and fondling my clit. ~~~~J~~~~At this point, I’m not sure I really believed this was happening. My big gambl... had paid off. God, she had the best tits I had ever felt—nipples so big and hard, obviously very sensitive. She urged me on. I played with them harder and faster. She just moaned and leaned back against me.I had to feel her twat; I dropped one hand down there. As I suspected, her shorts were soaked in her juice and her body heat was noticeably. The thing that bothered her was that the middle-aged bitch of a neighbor from next door had been coming over in her absence to supposedly “borrow sugar” from her husband and stop long enough to give him a glorious blow-job in the kitchen and even bend over her custom-made love seat to let him shove his nasty dick all the way up her slightly drooping ass.She could understand the urge to hump the teenaged Princesses with tight little sphincters when she was thousands of miles away on business. It. "Umm. I don't know. I'm not very good with numbers."#1: I'd been intending to use a very simple piece of mathematics. That when her 1/100th probability was reduced, then the compounded probabilities for 3, 6, 9 or whatever number of consecutive perfect games, dropped dramatically faster. And when the probability of a perfect game got to 1 (which I can do), then any number of consecutive games was possible. But this approach wasn't going to succeed with her. "Let me try another way then, Brenda.. A twinge of guilt twisted Heather’s stomach. Not because she had told a lie, but because of how aroused she had become at the thought and want of a stranger. She took off her top as she walked to Andrew and kissed him. “I’m off to bed, Andrew. Got a ton of laundry to do tomorrow,” She smiled at him and hoped he would follow her to bed and fuck her. When she reached the stairs, Andrew called to her, “I had a very stressful day at work. Are you up to, you know?” Heather had become accustomed.