She knelt beside the bed and pushed my legs apart with a hungry growl. She leant in, but I placed my palm flat on her forehead and said, ‘Donna, you...haven’t even kissed me.’ She looked up. ‘No time for pissing about.’ She pushed my hand away and leant in again. ‘Donna.’ She looked up again, exasperated. ‘What?’ ‘Do you think I might be a lesbian?’ ‘If you keep fucking about I may never find out. Hold your tongue and let me use mine.’ And she did. So, as it happens, did I. When she had brought. It didn’t reach its target as I pushed my hand down on top of hers, immobilizing it, as my other arm went out to switch on a light. “Got you!” I exclaimed. “You sure have,” was the reply. My intruder was a woman of about thirty-five, maybe forty, with a sweet smiley face. She was dressed in a light flowered dress which, as she was leaning over my bed, left little to the imagination. It gaped to reveal two large firm breasts. “Okay, so who are you?” I asked, after releasing her arm. “I’m. All the while, Ryan kept his hands on my head, and Gemma could still see my breasts too. I wasn't sure if she genuinely liked that or not, but I'd find out by the time I got him to shoot."Well, Gemma might give good head, but you're still better, Greta, I promise. Yes, maybe I checked out her thong, but I love you, and I did love her too. You're the only one I'm going to walk down the aisle with, I swear. I'm happy that you two are besties."I gently let his rod out. "Can you say with absolute. With her thumb circling my swollen clit, rubbing against it, I was moments away from a mind blowing orgasm so, of course, she withdrew her touch, leaving me in misery as I felt the pressure of her body departing, leaving me with hot tears of frustration filling my eyes and spilling down the sides of my face.o-O-oShe left me there, still bound helplessly, while she showered, washing off all evidence of our affair while I stewed helplessly, my attempts to free just one hand so that I could finish.