." she begged, her fingers swirling around her clit. He added a third finger and felt her have to stretch to accommodate all three. Thrusting with fin...ers and tongue, she moaned louder and louder until her body clenched up. He had to work hard to keep his tongue from being expelled from her ass. Not a second later, her orgasm crested and he felt her ass clenching over and over on his tongue just as her pussy grabbed at his fingers. He'd never stopped thrusting and she rode him, her hips. I felt a lead weight on my heart. Mostly, I felt despair. Fucked up again. The evidence was quite clear. "Clear," in fact, described the result perfectly. Virtually no detail at all in the negatives. Nothing. Zilch. Nothing I could salvage, even with the hardest highest-contrast paper I could find. It was hopeless. I felt like shit. Like failure. Dad wouldn't have approved, I'm sure of that.Just a fuckup. That's what it felt like and that's what it was. So, no, I didn't cry, but I felt like it.. At the bar, Andrea sat on a bar stool facing the room while her two friends stood on each side of her. A table full of guys started flirting with Andrea by making comments about her legs. Evidently, they were getting a good look at her legs as she was on a high stool and they were right in front of her at a table. That put them much lower and at eye level with her good looking long legs. The guys were just having some fun and she was enjoying crossing her legs and recrossing them. She had on. She left a wet spot right their in the floor. When we decided to stop completely she said she could hardly walk and was walking around like a bowl legged person because her legs and arms were sore. Right before I left she told me she had never experienced anything like that and I thought to myself about her earlier statement about her baby's Dad and how good he was and big he was. And I grinned as I left Now I have been known to do hit and runs which means fuck a girl once and not call her back.