Tonight I would live in the moment, and pay attention to every detail. I felt my chest rise and fall slowly, deeply. I'd shaven my pussy down to a ...ery small landing strip, I allow one finger to run up and down this strip, feeling myself become wet. I sigh in pleasure. I squeeze my hood and press on my pelvis with the heel of my hand. I am avoiding my clit, I know it will torture me, but I am sure that my efforts will not go unrewarded. Finally, after long minutes of this, I allow my. I'm sure she would have said something if her body hadn't been over come with the pleasure of the orgasm caused by this gorgeous red head. As Laura came down from her orgasm I called out announcing my presence. "Police, exit the vehicle with your hands up" The red head jumped startled by the sudden break in silence realizing for the first time they weren't alone. They climbed out of the car trying to cover their bodies with their hands, I repeated the command to put their hands in the air.. Finally i got the nerve to approach him . he didnt resist as i reached down between his legs and rubbed his cock through his pants . it felt so slippery and wet . he got a hard on really fast . of course he then asked me to go back to his room . when we got there he asked me if i liked what i saw / felt . i bashfully replied yah it feels pretty nice . he then asked me if i would shoot my load into his plastic pants while he was still wearing them . i said oh yah sure as i was so hard from . I haven’t been home since I shut the door on Ethan’s face. As dinner is being made, I ponder for the thousandth time today how my morning started. After Nicole took her shot, I was ruthless on her. At the time I didn’t care, and the memories I have of her face haven’t diluted at all. If only I had blacked out, I wouldn’t have vivid images of her bloody face running through my head. Good God, and my behavior after that was a disaster. Remembering Nicole’s face makes me guilty. Remembering what.