Here I used the whip again whipping away at her now black little ass. After a few whip's I rolled her over and put my hand's around her neck again. ... could see the look of enjoyment and excitement on her face and it made me more excited. Upon removing my hand's from her neck, she had her knee's at her ear's now so that I could go extremely deep, and boy did I ever. She was moaning in pleasure with every deep thrust I did so and she told me "I'm your slut, now say my name."She decided she. .”“Wait. Canned broth?” asked Cynthia.“No,” Krys said, “I made it last week. You were at the beach.”She launched into the remainder, but Zoe stopped her, “You made it? How?”“In the pressure cooker,” Krys said.“What?”“Chicken bones from 2 chickens,” Krys said. She nodded at the chicken sandwiches. “Roasted ... What?”“Cynthia? Pen?”Instruments were found and writing ensued. Zoe used the back of the journal. Caught up, the hand with the pen made the ‘tell me more’ motion.Krys resumed,. We've expressed serious feelings for one another beyond friendship, and we both feel great about it. I think we each have legitimate needs the other can fill for a time (No idea how long our time together may be. But of course, who does, right?).We've just started to talk through the ridiculously complex logistics that go along with something like this. The fact that I'm married with children will do nothing but make spending time with Bridget a tricky thing at best. This whole thing is a big. I wanted you to have thistime to use your womanhood. So, you kissed a man! Wonderful! You are awoman now. And that is what women do, they kiss men and men kiss themtoo. Nothing to be ashamed of, my little kitten. It is only natural. Butit is hard to believe that even at your age, I will have to talk to youabout the birds and the bees." As a woman, Claudette, I have led a very very sheltered life. Pleaseteach me all that I need to know. It is all so confusing. I love it whenwe kiss. And I was.