But you lied to me about what you had. The only thing you’re good for is the money you bring. I can’t have sex with you, I can’t cum with you. I...can’t even figure out when you’re inside of me, you’re so tiny! It feels more like we’re scissoring, rubbing our little clittys against each other. This feels good, but that’s not what I want from my husband; that’s what I want from my new girlfriend when I find her. Instead, you’re going to see what I’ve wanted for a long, long time.”I turn and. "It feels so fucking good to touch you, Laurie. I wonder if you have any idea how good it feels to touch you." Open up for me. Stop fighting," he panted in my ear. His fingers were back on my clit, tapping and rubbing. I wasn't sure if my body's thrashing was to push him away, or rub back. "I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you," he moaned into my hair. "I've fucked other girls and had to close my eyes to think of you. Just this once, Laurie. I can feel how wet you are. I know you want. She had short, very dark brown hair and the bridge of her nose was dotted with freckles. Her eyes were an emerald green color and the lights from the stage cast an eerie glimmer into them, flecking them with specks of golden light.Her friend that she was with had bright red hair that hung down beyond her shoulders. She was wearing a pair of skin tight blue jeans that clung to her shapely ass. She too had an exposed navel with a belly button ring, although hers had a diamond stud in it. Her. In her late eighties, though looking much younger, she was tall and slim, with once blonde, now uniformly silver, short hair. She was a leading member of the Mothers' Union, on the PCC (The Parochial Church Council), had been Church Warden for many years, and outside the church, a leader of the Women's Institute and a leading light in most village activities. But in no way was she that type of women universally feared by all. No. On the contrary, she was loved and appreciated, though she would.