”“I know. And I’m sorry.” Kelly took the liberty to lean on her best friend’s shoulder, the way they did when things weren’t so tense. “... promise you, it won’t happen again.”“Thank you,” Brittany said softly, reaching around to pull Kelly into a warm hug. “I’m sorry for snapping.” She pulled away, standing up with a soft sniffle. “I’m gonna change. Do you wanna pull up Netflix?”Kelly nodded, thankful for the strength of their bond. They really could tell each other everything.The air around. Penny is a widow and has had it kind of rough. I wouldn't want to see her hurt in any way, but she can hold her own in most instances."Sally on the other hand has a sixteen year old son that is developmentally challenged. Her husband divorced her several years ago and she has had to bring the boy up by herself. You know my circumstances and how little fun I've had in the last few years. They both have had even less, so this is my way of giving us all an outing, looking for a pleasant. It felt so good to finally play with myself that I moaned, my breathing already coming inquick little pants. I reached for my clit, rubbing my fingers over it in tight circles.I pushed two fingers from my other hand into my pussy,biting my lip to hold back the "Ohhh yes..." that would've burst out otherwise.Despite my fingers moving quickly in and out,I needed something more. Something bigger.A few years ago I'd started expermenting with putting things into my cunt,starting with felt tip. "I can't believe I've been locked in it since Saturday."Mommy patted Kathy's stocking-covered knee. "Just be patient, Sweetheart," she idly thumbed through a six month old copy of Ladies Home Dungeon, "I'm sure we won't have to wait long."But Kathy couldn't sit still. She hated waiting rooms, she hated old magazines, and the pain killer the doctor had given her before inserting the butt plug had long since worn off. "This thing's killing me," the blonde girl shifted from one cheek to another as.