“Oh fuck! Alright, you win. I give up. But first, the shopping.”For the next ten minutes she bustled around the kitchen putting items in cupboards...and on shelves. All the time, like an alien inside her, the need and the itch grew and grew. This feeling was so familiar to her it almost seemed natural now that when the need was on her nothing could stop the itch.“That's it! Can't take it anymore. If I don't cum soon, I will go fucking mad. Where? The bedroom? No, here. Always liked the kitchen. “I lived with the family for a while, early on. Carol’s not a clothes horse ... more like a clothes ... ant, maybe? Ran around mostly naked most of the time.”“Yes, Ms. Jessica. Ms. Margo did mention that.”“Well,” Daniella said, “I’ve been told to spend quite a bit of money, and Jess has some holes in her wardrobe to fill, so let’s get to it.”Daniella chuckled at Jess’s shell-shocked expression.“Yes, dear, we just spent a little over forty-five grand. Don’t worry, though – most of it was for me. " Not completely."He ran his hand along her abdomen, savoring the shape of her ribcage and her flat belly. He cupped his hand over her mons, explored her labia and worked his finger between them. Through the satin of her briefs he began stroking. "This," he said, "is about as far as Megan and I got. I'm sorry, Monica -- I shouldn't be talking about her." It's all right, Reid -- I understand and I don't mind..." She closed her eyes, drew in a deep breath and released it slowly. "This is feeling. My dick may not be the longest but it is very thick, thick enough for her as she knelt down and tonged me.I grabbed her greying hair and pushed it into her mouth face fucking her until I could feel my spunk boiling in my balls. Not wanting to cum, I pulled out and took her to bed. We kissed passionately, our tongues massaging and entwining each other. My hands roamed across her body, feeling her soft breasts and hard nipples. I took a hand and started rubbing her pussy and slipped my index.