Since I can't seem to remember what they look like I can't be certain that I have the right name for the right flavors. I did eat it all, with a bit o... effort, and drank the entire glass of water. I placed the tray back onto the table and leaned back.I couldn't stop thinking about my arm and leg. I needed to know if what I saw last night was a bad dream or if it was real. From the way the MAA spoke I'm already certain that my limbs are gone. But I hope otherwise. I gingerly pulled my left arm. I dont need a man to have a little fun,I thought, trailing my thin fingers down the planes of my body, over my swollen, sensitive nipples, past my stomach, and finally to my quivering pussy lips. Moisture was gathered there, warm and wet against my skin. Mmmm. I breathed, flicking the sensitive nub resting there. Slowly, agonizingly, I trailed a finger down the length of my pussy, trailing over the juices that appeared with complete willingness. After a moment, I was about to push a finger into. I’m 5’5”, light mocha skin, with freckles across my nose and cheeks. I have small, but lush full lips, and hazel eyes that can see into your soul. My curves would make any man salivate with my size 20 hips, heart shaped ass, and G cup chest. The swell of my chest over the sweetheart neckline of my top sends more blood to your cock. Paired with my thigh high boots, you fantasize about what you would do with me given half a chance. Once you realize that you have been staring, you see me staring. There’s something about not being able to see me down there that makes you even wilder, makes you need my touch more. It’s almost like dreaming, like the frustration of falling and never hitting the ground, and you can’t stand it any more. You curl up, burying your hands in my hair, and push my face down, moaning, ‘Please …’ I understand, I know what you need. But instead of allowing myself to be guided, I continue to lick at your clit, but I thrust three fingers of my right hand, all at once,.