I gently caressed your pussy and flicked your clit with my middle finger. You pushed your hips out to me to enhance your pleasure. Just at that moment... I pulled my hand away and continued to read my Wall Street Journal. I didn’t want you to come that easily. You couldn’t believe the unbelievable pleasure had ended so abruptly. ‘Damn. Just when I was about to come. Oh well. I will just have to finish the job myself when I get home.’ You thought to yourself as you peeked over your shoulder. You. She left with a big smile. Suz visits. Suz showed up right on time. She had a large cloth bag with her. We sat in the living room and Suz quizzed me on my spiritual outlook. She very much liked what she heard. She was very interested in the idea of people each having unique spiritual missions. We talked about how the soul tries to communicate but that the personality usually does not listen. Joyce commented: ‘Ann and Matt do not know the spiritual purpose of 3i, only that there is one. I. ” “It tends to do that when it’s played with Skippy.” Then without another word he reached up and started groping my right tit. At the same time he started finger fucking me. I ain’t talking about slipping his middle finger in either. He started out with a three finger fuck clean up to his knuckles. Good thing he had small hands. About the time he got a fourth finger in I began thinking I’m gonna have to fuck this kid. I could have stopped him at any time I guess but to be honest the thought. "The old goat will be very happy to get these, Carlita. Thank you."And I went back home to wait for my husband.Tonight's class night. I have already invited Pat and Brindy to dinner with us. We will have tamales for dessert.Brindy comes over in the middle of the afternoon. We work on her Spanish. She is my assistant in the class I teach. It works well, because Brindy tries to speak Spanish as my students try to speak English and sometimes they try to help each other.It is a pleasant thing. I am.