"Mr. Davis can I have my phone back?" he trails the edge of my iPhone from my knee up to my thigh forcing my skirt to rise higher than it already is. ...uickly I stand up and attempt to snatch my phone from but he dodges me with his lithe reflexes. My anger starts to rise as he mumbles out my name "Isabelle... Come here." He grabs me at my wrist and pulls me to his body tearing me away from the desk I was frantically grasping onto. "Isabelle... You need to understand the consequences that come. “I’m OK, Kendi. The trapped thing did get to me, but it is my problem to deal with, not yours to dodge around.”“It is my problem to deal with because it is your problem and YOU are MY man.”It is a good thing I didn’t know how to answer that, because she locked her lips on me and kissed me into agreeing with her. When she broke for air, I pulled back and looked into her beautiful eyes, I didn’t want to think about this issue right now, so I changed the. One particular picture showed Mike’s hard cock about to enter her shaven, open and glistening pussy. She remembered the photo opportunity well and smiled inwardly to herself, feeling her pussy becoming even more engorged and deliciously wet. John wished it was his cock in that photo. Becky smiled - if only John knew how wet she was becoming! She could feel her juice starting to dampen her knickers and it felt so good. The bulge in John’s trousers was a dead giveaway, which she’d noticed a few. She was younger and didn’t really view her as much as being her mother, not as you did for a critical time of your life. Caroline is her only real mother in every way that counts.“Daisy, of course, doesn’t know her all that well. She has no reason to grieve, either. But you, my dear, must have torn feelings. You need some ... catharsis, some way to release your pain and move forward. What better way to vent than through sexual healing, with apologies to Marvin Gaye, of course? You can indulge.