She gripped the edge of the table as she cried out. ‘Oh God, yes. It’s so fucking big! Oh fuck!’ Matt grabbed her skirt that was bunched at wais... and began to thrust in and out. There was no gentleness as he slapped against her. Kris moaned over and over. ‘Fuck me, fuck me.’ She rose off the tabletop and used one hand to pinch her nipple. The feelings became overwhelming. Tossing her head back, she yelled out, ‘ Fuck, yes! I’m cumming. Oh God!’ Her orgasm struck like a tidal wave washing over. The rain was apocalyptic and the traffic ridiculous. Even when the rain abated and they lost the impatient queues, his mood had become a habit that was hard to break. She said nothing, just gently, let her hand rest on his knee as he drove fast and masterfully along the Napoleonic avenues. Millimetre by millimetre, her finger tips started to dance towards his crotch.. A butterfly touch, between irritating and arousal. He told her he was driving. She told him she didn’t care. He said he had to. She had misgivings as soon as she stepped out of the house. She had left her top on the bed, and walking out of her house topless was very strange. But she knew there was no one near, so she steeled her mind and set up the chaise lounge.She had waited to put lotion on, thinking she might be so uncomfortable that she'd go back in and get her top. But within ten minutes, she was amazed at how good the sun felt on her breasts, and she reached for the lotion that would protect her from burning.When. We were both young with no responsibilities so neither of us saw it as a problem. After snorting coke for about a year, Shelly started complaining about the coke tearing up her nasal passages. I told her that she might have to stop but she said that it wasn’t an option. One of Shelly’s friends introduced her to shooting coke at a party and that’s when things started to go south.Shelly went from being a casual cocaine user to a fucking addict; she was shooting the stuff all the time. Shelly.