" Fuck you too, Doris." I countered. But she'd struck the bull's eye. That's exactly how I view myself."Ahhh, Rach, let's not fight. I was only thinki...g of you when I did this. I kinda thought... maybe... the three of us..." What! The three of us?" Yeah, after one of us blows him and the other fucks him... well, he's finished. That still leaves the two of us." Doris finished lamely and pouted as though unsure of how to continue."You're dye job looks awful," I said to break the icy. ” We were very close, almost touching, but he was turned toward the side. I stepped until I was in front of him but didn’t step back. “You’re very...” he started, looking down at me. I blinked up at him, playing confused, and he swallowed. Was I making him nervous? I resisted the urge to giggle and jump on him like a sex-crazed teenager and waited. “I like seeing you wearing my shirt.” He stepped closer to me. To my embarrassment, I blushed again, and looked down. My forehead grazed his chest.. She just sat there dumb-founded, her mouth agape staring at me. She finally found her senses and confessed how she recently read Anna’s book that just came out last year on postcolonial feminism, particularly the struggles of women migrant laborers around the world and their various attempts to organize and fight for their rights and against such things as exploitation and trafficking. She actually did a lot of research on human trafficking, but her first book focused more on migration and she. His finger was like the size of some of my small toys themselves, I've always been very very tight, he began pushing his finger into me, working it in deeper and deeper, right to the knuckles.There was a small amount of pain at first but it went away, I was a little nervous.. if I felt that with his finger, what's going to happen when he puts his whole salami cock into me? But he knew exactly what he was doing, he worked more and more fingers and lube into me, until all three or four fingers,.