”“What are you trying to convey to her?” Clarissa asked.“That I’m interested, that I want things to work out, but not in a way that conveys ...t’s a done deal.”“Who are you kidding?! Other than me suddenly waking up straight one morning, I can’t imagine what might happen to prevent it!”“Mile marker 111 on US Route 50,” I replied quietly.“Sorry.”“Not your fault, Lissa; it’s just a reminder not to be absolutely sure of any future event.”“I have an idea, if you’re interested.”“What’s that?”“It would. I washorny once more and I could feel my dicklet getting hard again, making abulge in my panties. When he finally came, he unloaded in a glass also,but he filled half of it with like seven thick jets of cum! Seeing allhis cum dripping on the sides of the glass was painful for me. I was sodesperate to taste him... Then he told me to drink my glass, even if itwas a "sissy amount".I did it, and it tasted completely different from him. Mine was sweeterand silky, not so different from my pre-cum,. Agnes pulled Leslie’s panties down and explored her bare pussy. She licked and sucked on her clitoris which made Leslie scream. She pushed her finger into her vagina and finger-fucked her while slurping her sweet juices that poured out of Leslie’s pussy.Agnes continued to finger fuck Leslie and when Leslie screamed and cried and had multiple orgasms is when she got up and brought her to the bed. Leslie got comfortable on the bed and Agnes took off her clothes. She had some contraption. Those doubts, damned doubts... About the ending, I'm not a writer, so I can't give you one, only some ideas.She stayed with the guy from Thursday to Sunday; like the husband asked, was it the first time? I don't believe so. Now I have to confess that I'm not a saint and when I had girlfriends if I did something like that, I would be running to my house on the first night, before the morning came (perhaps it's my catholic upbringing, I don't know) or my feelings of guilt would destroy me. If I.