Her body still shuddering from the aftershocks.Margie felt the large frame sliding up her helpless body. A wet face kissing her neck as it settled on ...op of her. The slickness of her own juices coating her thighs.Her entire body ached...craved. Even demanded what was about to happen. Still she tried to form words. "Please...who..talk" were the only words that came from her mouth."Oh godddd" Margie moaned, as the felt the swollen head press against her engorged pussy opening. Then, fingers began. Anyhow, we ordered food and drinks and started talking. She was expressing how much she missed me during this week as she was feeling very lonely and there was no one to talk to.During our dinner, she gulped 4 Vodkas by now. I thought to myself, if she drinks more, it would be a problem in the apartment and other residents might feel something fishy. So I said her lets finish and move back home. so we came back home. On the way, she was holding my hand while I was driving. She was feeling very. Black hair framed severe features. His black eyes flashed. Strong hands rested on lean hips. His thighs were the size of small trees. His shoulders were twice the width of the merchant’s. He must have been almost seven feet tall, truly a formidable man indeed. “You come into my home and eat my food and ruin my linens with your foul seed, and then have the nerve to steal my most prized possession!” he growled, menacingly. “I’m sorry! I never meant to offend you. I promise!” the merchant cried.. Soft breasts pressing against his sides or chest were, indeed, welcome, but still he missed the little girl who used to snuggle with him and talk about things a six-year-old was interested in – and those kisses on his cheek, and a "Thank you, Daddy" when she had talked him into something, which usually didn't take long. Many times, he delayed his decision so the intimacy would last a little longer.He could also remember Diana standing with her hands on her hips, shaking her head as she watched.