.unless you can understand that if you've ever loved anyone at all,really loved them, there's no such thing as "still" loving that person:you will alw...ys love them, no matter what, no matter how, until the lastbreath escapes your body.No, it's true. We would never have sex again, certainly not as man andwoman, but not as "lesbians" either. A kiss on the cheek, a warm hug--there would be never be anything much more than that, nothing erotic, inany x-rated sense of that term. Still, if it is a. .the skirt swirling around my feet as I float over the floor with my eyes half closed.I dance for you letting the desire for you show in my actions, the music changes, the beat becomes stronger, and my movements change with it and become faster. I glace at you and laugh. The music captivates me, flooding the senses and moving with abandon, my dancing becomes exotic, sensual, and sexy. I grasp the chain at my waist, unfastening it and drag it from my middle. Holding it in one hand, shaking it,. He scooped her up, moving to the kitchen table and gently set her down. The plates that Sarah had already put on the table were knocked onto the floor as she pushed them out of the way to lay back. Neither of them cared enough to even react as the dishes shattered on the floor. Greg pulled Sarah closer to the edge of the table, leaving her ass just barely hanging off the side. He grabbed her ankles and took her legs over his shoulders.Lining up his shaft at her slit, he pushed in and groaned.. Surprised at what happened? Yes. Worried? Not really.“Yes?” he prompted, sliding his fingers in deeper, twisting them.“Yes, it is ok.” She was not really sure what he wanted to hear, but as he continued to finger her, she was getting back to the overly aroused state very quickly. It was almost as if everything they did either kept her on edge, or instantly put her right back there.Pushing back and up, she could feel him adding another finger, and as they twisted and rotated inside of her, she.