The body of another naked female was pressed into her front and was keeping her warm. That’s when she noticed the subtle but unmistakable aroma of W...manly juices in the air and the memories of how she became to be in this situation flooded back. She snaked a hand down to her sparsely haired pussy. Her fingers circling her hard, aching clit, she gasped and her pussy leaked juices all over her fingers and thighs as in her mind, she went over every intricate detail that had lead her to this very. I can feel the tears trickling unbidden, their wet trail heating my cheeks, salted liquid running down onto my partially parted lips and wetting the artificial tip that awaits the inevitable opening of my willing mouth. I can feel her wriggling in her heels, her hand cupping the heavy weight extending before incomparable her, running it sideways across my lips, pushing them wider at the edges, pulling the top lip upwards, pressing its compatriot ever down until her drenched little bitch is. He was gone beyond her reach and she could not put things right. She looked again at the note. Not, ‘Dearest Susan’ and not ‘All my love’. The note was brief and rather formal. She felt fear. Did he already know?A fortnight later, she was on her way back to the family, ready to spend a weekend at Ian’s house. She was happy to be able to celebrate Katy’s birthday, but there was a sense of foreboding. She was definitely going to tell him the true situation. If Ian threw her out, she would go back. All the things we were too concerned would annoy the neighbors when we were in our old apartment. And just all the naughty things that we had yet to do to each other that we had talked about possibly doing to one another. Of course it didn't help with you sending me naughty text messages and a couple of pictures of your nipples. And each time my face would burn red with lust and my pants would grow even tighter. But finally my work day was over, and I headed home, my head filled with images of.